Hate My Way - Throwing Muses

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 into a song

I can't rise above the church

I'm caught in a jungle

Vines tangle my hands

And I'm always so hot and it's hot in here

I say it's alright

My pillow screams too

But so does my kitchen

And water and my shoes and the road

I have a gun in my head I'm invisible

I can't find the ice

A slug I'm 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 wanna die

They can no longer move

I can no longer be still

I hate my way