I Hate

got so much trouble

hate this job

tried to get out

trapped like a dog

no I don't like

pumpin' gas

do ya hate to wait

life's a game

play your rules

is the bottle half empty

or the bottle half full

it does no good

no good to shout

but I scream I hate

say i'm hostile

gotta relax

better get a grip

here's the facts

I hate bein' here.

I hate people that make ya feel small

I hate having my back against the wall

I hate bein' talked down to

I hate your rules

I hate'em all

hate bein' marked to take the fall

planet's not big enough for me and you

got trouble over me

surrounded by jerks

can't ya see

smile to my face

know ya lie

knife in my back another game

rules, rules, rules

not for me,

you fuckin' fool.

so open your mouth

one more time

and my foot is goin' down

in one ear

out the other

a waste of time

don't even bother

I hate bein' here

think I know

how ya got this far

think I know

got where we are

think i'll hate you

where you'll be dead

I know it, I hate you

smile to my face

know to die

says the problems

ask your self way

hate the games

hate the rules

you're gonna loose

say i'm hostile

gotta relax

better get a grip

here's the fact

not much more of you