God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to break my pain
I'm living in a paper singing negative reality
People want a battle daily, metal boxes made away
Wish that they would drop the bomb
And get a ? to drop it on

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

There's a lot of things I have to do because I have my ??
Be like Daddy, he's sincere
Don't be fooled 'cause you are queer
Working out my nine-to-five
Before he's gonna give me job
Talking of the love they never give, they never give

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to break my pain
I'm living in a paper singing negative reality
People want a battle daily, metal boxes made away
Wish that they would drop the bomb
And get a ? to drop it on

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

Among the things I have to do because I have my ??
Be like Daddy, he's sincere
Don't be fooled 'cause you are queer
Working out my nine-to-five
Before he's gonna give me job
Talking of the love they never give, they never give

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
And they hate me

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): CHRIS DAVID EXALL, CLIVE HARVEY BLAKE, NICK JOHN CULMER