Alice Cooper I Hate You
I hate you and your stupid bass
What's it like out there in space? (You ought to know)
I hate you and your giant kick
You make me laugh, you make me sick
I hate you and your spinning sticks
Your platform boots and your insane chicks
Your long blonde hair blowing in my face
A platinum God? You're a big disgrace!
I hate you!
I hate you, your spider eyes
A guillotine, oh, big surprise!
I hate your broken pointed nose
Your big fat mouth that you never close
I hate you and that guitar pout
Those tired riffs we all laugh about
Hate your stinkin', pudgy fingers on the neck
You're the King of America, but you're no Jeff Beck!
I hate you!
H-A-T-E Y-O-U
H-A-T-E Y-O-U
Oh, yes I do
We hate you, we hate your sneer
The cigarettes, the smell of beer
The mutton chops, the switchblade knife
Your unapologetic life
But, most of all we're filled with rage
At the empty space you left on stage (What a sid)
H-A-T-E Y-O-U
H-A-T-E Y-O-U
H-A-T-E Y-O-U
H-A-T-E Y-O-U
Hate you
