Hey! Hate City
I'm calling can't you hear me?
Hey! Hate City
I Love you can't you feel me?
I've been walking down your street
And I can't find a thing to eat
This starving artist thing has gone too far
The skies are filled with fair weather friends
Savaging for your carrion
And all they can see
Is what they can take from me
Hit my head on the cactus, was baptized
Blessed by the desert, my head hurts
