Lashed to the mast of terrible nightmares Wasted and tired and sick of it all Minuscule problems seem to be so large Lately they seem to be taking their toll I sit by the fire, empty and hollow Biting my knuckles watch the blood flow Now I just seem to ponder my problems With no hope of recourse - I'm like a car stalled I just call in anger I just call in anger That four-leaf clover that I never found Seems so elusive, like love in this town Left at the station with no-one to hold I realised my friends had decided to go Gripping life's suitcase and it gripping me All of my weakness trying to leave I slumped to the ground with another failed show Another failed show, another failed show I just call in anger I just call in anger I just call in anger I just call in anger Let down by a moment of weakness All my problems All my weakness Let down by a moment of weakness I just call in anger I just call in anger