Kristin Hersh - Hate My Way

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 a song
I cant rise above the church
Im caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
Im always so hot and its hot in here
I say its 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
Im invisible I cant find the ice

A slug Im tv I hate

A boy, he 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

I hate My way