Iggy Pop — Hate

An evil look that tells me to fuck off From the one who'll never treat me soft I start to boil and to concentrate On images of anger and of hate These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn too late These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn too late The mean stupidity of what he says The millions who admire it and they spread And all I wanta feel is just them dead And have to eat the things they did and said These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn so late These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn too late Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Why am I afraid? Why am I afraid? Why am I afraid? Why am I afraid? Afraid! Afraid! Afraid! Afraid! Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh Heh-heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh, heh