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 want to 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