I must admit, I was a bit confused I saw my picture in the mornin' news You say my sister's dead; my mom is, too You said I killed 'em, but it's just not true Nothin's real; nothin's certain But when I read your words, it just starts hurtin'
Everybody's tryin' to convict me For taking benzedrine and LSD But that's all ancient history And it's just between God and me
I hate rock 'n' roll, don't smoke pot Maybe a drunk, but a user I'm not
This is a warning from my own hands Never corner a frightened man I might kill somebody tryin' to escape You better listen to Mr. Hate
I can't believe the things my school friends said Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead I get so mad that I just see red Then something blows apart inside my head It's all erroneous information I've gotta make a little clarification
This is a warning from my own hands Never corner a frightened man I might kill somebody tryin' to escape You better listen to Mr. Hate
I'm not gonna wash your dishes, anymore... I'm not gonna fry your burgers I don't need it You never understood me, anyway You'll never catch me... I won't give up... You'll NEVER take me alive!
This is a warning from my own hands Never corner a frightened man I might kill somebody tryin' to escape You better listen to Mr. Hate
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