Throwing Muses 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 some I can't rise above the church I'm caught in a jungle Vines tangle my hands I'm always so hot and it's hot in here I say it's 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 I'm invisible I can't find the ice A slug I'm TV I hate A boy 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
