Off the Handle

Well, it's one of those nights
Your luck's out to sea

So low down and lonesome
I can't eat or drink
You know friends

Well, my cat won't scratch
For the last week or two
A little too fast
When you'd rather not be
When you know you're alone

Well, it's one of those days
Feeling half crazy
It don't take too much
So low down and dirty
Where you'd rather not stay
Come back and see it
For the last night or two

When you'd rather not be
Think I look like an angry man
It just prowls
Well, I fly off the handle
Well, it's one of those days
Just body and soul
Some other day
I think I'm gonna fade away
Like bad memory turned up again

Well, it's one of those towns

Guess you could call me a nervous man
I find it hard not to raise my hand
To make me wanna raise my hand
Or show its claws

Around the house all day