Mr. Hate

I must admit I was a bit confused
I saw my picture in the morning news
He said my sister’s dead, my mom is too
He said I killed them, but it’s not true
Nothing’s real, nothing’s certain
But when I read your words, it just stars hurting
Everybody’s trying to convict me
For taking Benzedrine and LSD
But that’s all ancient history
And it’s just between God and me
I hate rock 'n' roll, don’t smoke pot
Maybe a drunk, but a user I’m not
This is a warning from my own hands
Never corner a frightened man
I might kill somebody trying to escape
You better listen to Mr. Hate
I can’t believe the things my school friends said
Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead
I get so mad that I just see red
Then something blows apart inside my head
It’s all erroneous information
I’ve gotta make a little clarification
This is a warning from my own hands
Never corner a frightened man
I might kill somebody trying to escape
You better listen to Mr. Hate
I’m not gonna wash your dishes anymore
I’m not gonna fry your burgers, I don’t need it
You never understood me anyway
You’ll never catch me, I won’t give up
This is a warning from my own hands
Never corner a frightened man
I might kill somebody trying to escape
You better listen to Mr. Hate
You better listen to Mr. Hate
You better listen to Mr. Hate
You better listen to Mr. Hate
You better listen to Mr. Hate