Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
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
Hate was written by Iggy Pop.
Hate was produced by Malcolm Burn.