Walk on home, boy.

Sometimes I hear a song while I’m at work that so accurately describes my mood and mindset that it’s almost eery. Pandora, you complete me. Today, I was put into a bit of a funk and decided to give into my inner rage with a little Metallica. I mean, fuck yeah, Metallica, right? If they don’t add fuel to the fire (pun TOTALLY intended) then who can? So as I’m listening to the station and getting more stabby a song comes on that caused my anger to dissolve into a general feeling of ‘well, fuck you, buddy.’ I present to you “Walk” by Pantera. Enjoy. I know I did. \m/

Can’t you see I’m easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I’ve got more friends like you
What do I do?

Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I’ve been
Belong
You can’t be something you’re not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time

Respect, walk

Run your mouth when I’m not around
It’s easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize

Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word

Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I’ve been
Belong
You can’t be something you’re not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time

Are you talking to me?
No way punk
Walk on home boy