Off the Handle

Well, I fly off the handle

A little too quick

Guess you could call me a nervous man

For the last week or two

It don't take too much

To make me wanna raise my hand

Well, it's one of those days

When you'd rather not be

So low down and dirty

Your luck's out to sea

Well, I fly off the handle

A little too fast

You know friends

Think I look like an angry man

Like bad memory turned up again

I find it hard not to raise my hand

Well, it's one of those towns

Where you'd rather not stay

Come back and see it

Some other day

Well, it's one of those nights

When you know you're alone

Feeling half crazy

Just body and soul

Well, my cat won't scratch

Or show its claws

It just prowls

Around the house all day

For the last night or two

I can't eat or drink

I think I'm gonna fade away

Well, it's one of those days

When you'd rather not be

So low down and lonesome

Your luck's out to sea