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 wanna 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
Your luck's out to sea