The Angry Cry of the Angry Pie

You want a piece of me? I'm like a razorblade
 I'm like a pound of blubber smothering a live grenade
 These are the days when the TV always stays on
 The show keeps running after the audience has all gone home
 I'm like a vampire with this taste for blood
 Without the makeup and the cape I'm just a fucking hood
 These are the nights that none of us will live to regret
 Laying face down as the monkeys rain down
 She's one of the guys
 Pounding that beat all night
 When the blood and all the makeup dries
 You were first in line
 You want a piece of me?
 Then join the daisy chain
 I'm like a fucking band leader for the hit parade
 I'm cracked like a speaker and I speak like a cracker
 These are the trip wires
 And I'm a loaded gun
 And you're the burning fires, the burning tires, the days have come
 I did not believe it 'till I smelled it then I had to see it
 She's one of the guys
 Pounding that beat all night
 When the blood and all the makeup dries
 You were first in line
 Did you know you're my motherfucking hero?
 But the wind beneath these wings is burnt and stale
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 You want a piece of me?
 Well come on!