Passenger - I Hate lyrics
[Passenger - I Hate lyrics]
I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes
And explaining where people belong
I hate ignorant folks
Who pay money to see gigs
And talk through every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
And explaining where you're going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
And feel free to sing along
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Wonderful, love it
Well I hate pointless status
Updates on Facebook fYI we were never "m8"s
We pretend to be friends on the internet
When in real life, we have nothing to say
To each other
Oh brother I have love for my mother
For good times, for music and my mates
Yeah I laugh
And live and I have love to give
But sometimes all you can do is hate
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Well I hate them fussy eaters
You cook them fajitas
They only eat pizza and chips
I hate stepping outside
For a smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your lungs are his
And I hate queuing up, for festival toilets
Especially when you need to shit
And I hate the X-Factor, for murdering music
You bunch of money grabbing pricks
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And I hate them magazines
Aimed at insecure teens
That make ten year old's race to grow up
Hey kids, let's all be anorexic or better
Eat chocolate until you throw up
Keep your Hollywood stars
And their stupid cars
And the Bo-tox, that makes them look fucked
Just grow old with grace
Have you seen Cher's face
It looks like it's been hit by a truck
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And explaining where people belong
I hate ignorant folks
Who pay money to see gigs
And talk through every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
And explaining where you're going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
And feel free to sing along
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Wonderful, love it
Well I hate pointless status
Updates on Facebook fYI we were never "m8"s
We pretend to be friends on the internet
When in real life, we have nothing to say
To each other
Oh brother I have love for my mother
For good times, for music and my mates
Yeah I laugh
And live and I have love to give
But sometimes all you can do is hate
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Well I hate them fussy eaters
You cook them fajitas
They only eat pizza and chips
I hate stepping outside
For a smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your lungs are his
And I hate queuing up, for festival toilets
Especially when you need to shit
And I hate the X-Factor, for murdering music
You bunch of money grabbing pricks
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And I hate them magazines
Aimed at insecure teens
That make ten year old's race to grow up
Hey kids, let's all be anorexic or better
Eat chocolate until you throw up
Keep your Hollywood stars
And their stupid cars
And the Bo-tox, that makes them look fucked
Just grow old with grace
Have you seen Cher's face
It looks like it's been hit by a truck
And it goes: La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la