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Hate My Way lyrics
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 into a song
I can't rise above the church
I'm caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
And I'm always so hot and it's hot in here
I say it's alright
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 wanna die?
They can no longer move
I can no longer be still
I hate my way
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on In a Doghouse
- 2 Green
- 4 Vicky's Box
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- Track 4 on In a Doghouse Disc 2
- 3 Green
- 5 Vicky's Box
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- Track 4 on The Doghouse
- 3 Green
- 5 Vicky's Box
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- Track 2 on The Season Sessions: Summer
- 1 America
- 3 Pandora's Box
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- Track 3 on Throwing Muses
- 2 Green
- 2 Pretty or Not
- 4 Vicky's Box
- 4 Pandora's Box
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