Hate My Way (Throwing Muses) — текст песни (The Divine Comedy)

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 some
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 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...