I Hate (Live) - Passenger
Well, 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 everything fucking song.
I hate people in nightclubs, snorting coke,
And explaining where you’re going wrong.
And I hate pointless status updates on Facebook,
‘FYI’, we were never “m8”s.
We pretend to be friends on the internet,
When in real life we have nothing to say to each other.
Oh, brother, I’ve love for my mother,
For good times, for music and my mates.
Yeah, I laugh and I live, and I have love to give,
But sometimes, all you can do is hate.
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 a shit.
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,
You bunch of money grabbing pricks.
And I hate them magazines aimed at insecure teens,
They make ten year olds race to grow up.
“Hey kids, lets all be anorexic”, or better, eat chocolate until you throw up.
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their stupid cars,
And the botox that makes them looked fucked.
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher’s face?
It looks like it’s been hit by a truck.