"3 O'Clock" by Kid Dynamite

I know you asked for rain, but I brought you fire. I didn't
think you'd mind. I know it's not the same, but I'm getting
tired of listening to you whine. Why should I pretend, you
see my friend, I heard what you said. The implications lie
and the consensus says you wish I was dead. I don't care
much to talk your talk or be in the way when you decide to
walk, but something in you just ain't fucking right. Fist in
hand, you got a plan. I see it's your way or no other way at
all. Let me tell you, you just ruined my night. I don't care
much to justify the way you deal with the problems in your
life, if it's the only way that you can work things out. Eye
to eye. What would they think? The rats are in laughter
cause they think you're slick. Our consensus is that you're
a dick. The fools you follow are role models to a head
that's hollow. The pride you'd swallow if you'd let it go.
Let it go. Let it go.