Passenger
Passenger - I Hate (Live From The Borderline, London) songtekst
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I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes And explaining where people belong I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs And talk through every fucking song I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke And explaining where you're going wrong Well, if you agree, then come hating with me And feel free to sing along And it goes La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well, I hate pointless status updates on Facebook FYI we were never M eight's We pretend to be friends on the internet When in real life, we have nothing to say To each other, oh brother, I have love for my mother For good times, for music and my mates Yeah, I laugh and live and I have love to give But sometimes all you can do is hate And it goes La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well, I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas They only eat pizza and chips I hate stepping outside for a smoke and some guy Coughs, like your lungs are his And I hate queuing up for festival toilets Especially when you need to shit And I hate the X-Factor for murdering music You bunch of money grubbing pricks And it goes La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la And I hate them magazines aimed at insecure teens That make ten year old's race to grow up Hey kids, let's all be anorexic or better Eat chocolate until you throw up Keep your Hollywood stars, and their stupid cars And the Botox, that makes them look fucked Just grow old with grace, have you seen Chear's face It looks like it's been hit by a truck And it goes La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la