Mr. Hate

I must admit, I was a bit confused I saw my picture in the mornin' news You say my sister's dead; my mom is, too You said I killed 'em, but it's just not true Nothin's real; nothin's certain But when I read your words, it just starts hurtin' Everybody's tryin' to convict me For taking benzedrine and LSD But that's all ancient history And it's just between God and me I hate rock 'n' roll, don't smoke pot Maybe a drunk, but a user I'm not This is a warning from my own hands Never corner a frightened man I might kill somebody tryin' to escape You better listen to Mr. Hate I can't believe the things my school friends said Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead I get so mad that I just see red Then something blows apart inside my head It's all erroneous information I've gotta make a little clarification This is a warning from my own hands Never corner a frightened man I might kill somebody tryin' to escape You better listen to Mr. Hate I'm not gonna wash your dishes, anymore... I'm not gonna fry your burgers I don't need it You never understood me, anyway You'll never catch me... I won't give up... You'll NEVER take me alive! This is a warning from my own hands Never corner a frightened man I might kill somebody tryin' to escape You better listen to Mr. Hate You better listen to Mr. Hate You better listen to Mr. Hate You better listen to Mr. Hate You better listen to Mr. Hate

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