Israel's Son

Hate is what I feel for you And I want you to know that I want you dead Your late for the execution If your not here soon I'll kill a friend instead Over pain I fear you You'll then start to hear you Over an hour I get to I hate you and your apathy You can leave you can leave I don't want you here I'm playin' this pantomime But I don't see ya showing any signs of fear Over pain I fear you You'll then start to hear you Over an hour, I get to This time I'm for real My pain cannot hear you You will be dead when I'm through Hate, is what I feel for you And I want you to know that I want you dead Your late, for the execution If your not here soon I'll kill a friend instead Over pain, I fear you You'll then start to hear you Over an hour, I get to This time I'm for real My pain cannot hear you You will be dead when I'm through Ohhh, ohhhhhh Pain, and execution Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the air The air, yeah Aaaarrggghhhh I am, I am Israel's son Israel's son I am Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the air I am, I am Israel's son Israel's son I am Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the air Aaaarrggghhhh, yeah