Hate - Iggy Pop

An evil look that tells me to fuck off

From the one who’ll never treat me soft

I start to boil and to concentrate

On images of anger and of hate

These are the ways I feed my hate

These are the lights that burn too late

These are the ways I feed my hate

These are the lights that burn too late

The mean stupidity of what he says

The millions who admire it and they spread

And all I wanta feel is just them dead

And have to eat the things they did and said

These are the ways I feed my hate

These are the lights that burn so late

These are the ways I feed my hate

These are the lights that burn too late

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Why am I afraid?

Why am I afraid?

Why am I afraid?

Why am I afraid?

Afraid!

Afraid!

Afraid!

Afraid!

Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh

Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh

Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh