Tekst Utworu

Point-blank avenue WrestleMania four Well, this don't seem like An official guided tour And you can read all about it In the petty dreadful press Yeah, read all about it 'Cause that's what you get when you settle for less I hate, hate It messes with my mind I hate, hate Especially when it's blind You can print it on the posters You can print it on the shirts You can wear it at the stadium Work and church, yeah I hate, hate It's tearing us apart Oh, I hate, hate From the bottom of my heart Yeah, I hate, hate, it's spreading like an epidemic Ain't no jabs, no one is immune I hate, hate, it's all about the money I hate, hate and hate is in bloom You can pick on any color You can pick on any race I hate, hate, yeah I hate, hate, 'cause hate's out of date I hate, hate It's enemy number one Yeah, I hate, hate Will we ever overcome it? I said, "I hate, hate" I hate, hate I hate, hate Wouldn't it be great if we ran out of hate? Wouldn't it be great if we ran out of hate? Wouldn't it be great if we ran out of hate? Wouldn't it be great if we ran out of hate? Ooh, yeah
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