hate

Bright Eyes

I hate the Puritans
I hate Mary Magdalene
I hate the way she washed his feet
they still called her a whore
Jesus Christ, I hate you now and I hated you before

I hate, Prophets
I hate L. A. Shamans
Abraham, Adam and Isaiah and Mohammed
I hate the way it escalates, a drag race to the bottom

I hate Vishnu
I hate the Hari Krishna
David Koresh, Jim Jones, and Buddha
I hate this twisted logic, this sadistic hallelujah

Every single book I read always had the same ending
Right hand on the bible and the truth is still irrelevant
Don t you know the bad guys always win
Don t you know the bad guys always win

Hate is a language
Hate is a fascination
I hate the way I get through the day, my preoccupations
There s no receipt, no deceit, no paper trail at all
Every single fleeting thought becomes another outlaw song
One hand on a smoking gun and a bullet in the innocent
Don t you know the bad guys always win
Don t you know the bad guys always win

I hate love songs
I hate stadiums
I hate the way you turn and walk away
I hate the way my heart anticipates

I hate dreaming
I hate sleeping
I hate waking up always the same
I hate making small talk, begging for some change
I hate the protest singer, staring at me in the mirror
There s nothing left worth fighting for
hasn t that come clear
The artificial poets from the future are here