Hate Me Bastard

To all those fuckers who shoot me down…
I mean those wo live like cockroaches
Behind their screens my anonymous flunkeys
Hate me but make an anthem of my music
Baby Come on!
You shit eaters always talking about me
«I so know how he is but I don’t really know him»
All those gravediggers who guarantee my success
Talking about me… those punks are better than TV
No!
I didn’t want to stop… No!
What I’m doing now!
No!
I didn’t want to be… No!
Don’t want to be one of them
No!
To all those fuckers who shoot me down…
I mean those wo live like cockroaches
Behind their screens my anonymous flunkeys
Hate me but make an anthem of my music
No!
I didn’t want to stop… No!
What I’m doing now!
No!
I didn’t want to be… No!
Don’t want to be one of them
To all those fuckers who shoot me down in the dark…
Talking about me all day long those assholes are better than TV…
Come on bastard!