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I hate, the Puritans
I hate Mary Magdalene
I hate the way she washed his feet they still called her a whore
Jesus Christ, I hate you now and I hated you before
I hate, Prophets
I hate LA Shamans
Abraham, Adam and Isaiah and Mohammed
I hate the way it escalates, a drag race to the bottom
I hate Vishnu
I hate the Hari Krishna
David Koresh, Jim Jones, and Buddha
I hate Mary Magdalene
I hate the way she washed his feet they still called her a whore
Jesus Christ, I hate you now and I hated you before
I hate, Prophets
I hate LA Shamans
Abraham, Adam and Isaiah and Mohammed
I hate the way it escalates, a drag race to the bottom
I hate Vishnu
I hate the Hari Krishna
David Koresh, Jim Jones, and Buddha
I hate this twisted logic, this sadistic hallelujah
Every single book I read always had the same ending
Right hand on the bible and the truth is still irrelevant
Don't you know the bad guys always win
Don't you know the bad guys always win
Hate is a language
Hate is a fascination
I hate the way I get through the day, my preoccupations
There's no receipt, no deceit, no paper trail at all
Every single fleeting thought becomes another outlaw song
One hand on a smoking gun and a bullet in the innocent
Every single book I read always had the same ending
Right hand on the bible and the truth is still irrelevant
Don't you know the bad guys always win
Don't you know the bad guys always win
Hate is a language
Hate is a fascination
I hate the way I get through the day, my preoccupations
There's no receipt, no deceit, no paper trail at all
Every single fleeting thought becomes another outlaw song
One hand on a smoking gun and a bullet in the innocent
Don't you know the bad guys always win
Don't you know the bad guys always win
I hate love songs
I hate stadiums
I hate the way you turn and walk away
I hate the way my heart anticipates
I hate dreaming
I hate sleeping
I hate waking up always the same
I hate making small talk, begging for some change
I hate the protest singer, staring at me in the mirror
There's nothing left worth fighting for hasn't that come clear
The artificial poets from the future are here
Don't you know the bad guys always win
I hate love songs
I hate stadiums
I hate the way you turn and walk away
I hate the way my heart anticipates
I hate dreaming
I hate sleeping
I hate waking up always the same
I hate making small talk, begging for some change
I hate the protest singer, staring at me in the mirror
There's nothing left worth fighting for hasn't that come clear
The artificial poets from the future are here
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