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Angry Man Words and music by Michael McPherson Published by Big Table Music

He's got the job, the house, the car, the kids, the wife
And he's got a nasty ulcer that cuts him like a knife
He doesn't understand the forces that rule his life. He's an angry man.

He wields a cell phone as the cab speeds across town
Plotting the power plays to bring his rivals down
They'll never know what hit them when their not around. And still he frowns.

He's a angry man. Such an angry man
This morning looked much worse than the night before again
Another bad day for him

His first class seat is waiting for him on the plane
All the amenities and still he just complains
The other passengers glare at him with disdain. He's annoying them.

He's a angry man. Such an angry man
This morning looked much worse than the night before again
Another bad day for him

So much promise in his younger days
Voted most likely to succeed
What happened in his life that turned him out this way
Is he really that much different now from you or me

His breath comes harder and his shoulder has gone numb
His hotel room spins as he struggles for the phone
Maid service finds him in the morning all alone. A smile frozen on his face.

One less a angry man. Never angry again
Things just never seemed to be quite good enough for him.
No more need to pretend. No more need to pretend. No more need to pretend.

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