I could be a smack freak And hate society I could hate god And blame dad I might be in a holocaust Hate hitler Might not have a child And hate school I could be a sad lover And hate death I could be a neuro And hate sweat No I hate my way
I make you in to a song I can't rise above the church I'm caught in a jungle Vines tangle my hands I'm always so hot and it's hot in here I say it's all right
My pillow screams too But so does my kitchen And water And my shoes And the road
I have a gun in my head I'm invisible I can't find the ice
A slug I'm tv I hate
A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever A girl was missing two fingers Gerry ann was confused Mr. huberty Had a gun in his head
So I sit up late in the morning And ask myself again How do they kill children? And why do I want to die? They can no longer move I can no longer be still
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