| Life grinds on day after day. | |
| In the city streets and motorways. | |
| The tension spreads just like a plague, | |
| Killing reason on the way. | |
| Like wildfire it spreads through the nation | |
| Chocking us with aggravation. | |
| Who needs it? The aggravation the daily goddam hassle. | |
| It's a bummer, who gives a dam? | |
| Bumper to bumper in the traffic jam. | |
| Clench your jaw, getting all up tight | |
| Breathing fumes, stuck in a tin can, | |
| Trapped, trapped. | |
| Hate, frustration, no escape. | |
| Glaring eyes all filled with hate. | |
| Arteries throb, coronaries pound | |
| Aggravation all around. | |
| Like wildfire it spreads through the nation | |
| Choking us with aggravation. | |
| They won the peace, we lost the war. | |
| So what are we still fighting for? | |
| The highway's blocked, is this my end | |
| To follow a Mercedes Benz? | |
| Hey, Mitzibushi and Toyota, who said that the war was over? | |
| Aggravations everywhere, get outta my way get out of my hair. | |
| Another jam, another day, another hair is turning grey, | |
| I wanna scream, I wanna say, | |
| Get outta my hair, get out of my way | |
| Who needs it? Aggravation, aggravation | |
| Had enough of all this aggravation, | |
| Tension choking up blocking my circulation. | |
| I've had enough, I've had enough of all this aggravation. | |
| While traffic jams and tempers break, | |
| The city streets are full of hate, | |
| The lights are red, it's all too late. | |
| How much can a poor man take? | |
| Aggravation in my mind my body and my soul | |
| There's no solution to it all, it's out of control. | |
| Out of control. | |
| Is it my imagination, am I seeing what is true? | |
| If we are living in damnation, | |
| I'd live in hell to be with you, what more can I do? | |
| I gotta violent streak caused by | |
| We're getting uptight, wanna fight, everybody back bite | |
| Now we can't turn back the future's bleak, | |
| I gotta mean appetite, | |
| I gotta get my daily fill of aggravation. | |
| Don't push 'cos I'm really pumped, | |
| I'm ready when you are, punk. | |
| So step aside, unless your dumb, | |
| I'm all wound up with aggravation. | |
| Had enough of all this aggravation | |
| Winding up, stress filled, mad intimidation. | |
| And it touches all the passers-by. | |
| As dog eats dog to stay alive, | |
| Then moves on through the population, | |
| Till there's mass contamination. | |
| With violent streets all filled with fear, | |
| Pollution in the atmosphere, | |
| The ozone's gone and that's no fun | |
| I've had enough of this, old son | |
| Who needs it? Aggravation. | |
| And I don't have any answers | |
| I just got an attitude, | |
| Do what it takes just to survive it, | |
| Another day but I'll get through, | |
| What more can I do? |
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