Now there's a man who is left with nothing
   Believing he could make a difference
   Passive nature with kind intentions
   It seems we feed upon the lovely
  
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry
   Going for the Angry
   Going for the angry
  
   Now ther's a man who instead of caring
   Chose to take and give of nothing
   Now he sits in his world of excess
   Wondering why he's still not happy
  
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry
  
   Now you hear me scream what you're telling me
   But I don't believe you
   You tell me things that I want to hear
   But I don't believe you
   Now sit and pray to your paper god
   With your hands up in the air
   Not knowing the cost that it's taking
   Cause there's a million ways to say you're wrong
   But there's no way ro repair
   Somebody's heart when it's breaking
  
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry
   Going for the angry