Kristin Hersh Hate My Way (acoustic)
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
