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I hate, the Puritans I hate, Mary Magdalene I hate the way she washed his feet, they still called her a whore Jesus Christ, I hate you now and I hated you before I hate, Prophets I hate, LA Shamans Abraham, Adam and Isaiah and Mohammed I hate the way it escalates, a drag race to the bottom I hate, Vishnu I hate, the Hari Krishna David Koresh, Jim Jones, and Buddha I hate this twisted logic, this sadistic hallelujah Every single book I read always had the same ending Right hand on the bible and the truth is still irrelevant Don't you know the bad guys always win Don't you know the bad guys always win Hate, is a language Hate is a fascination I hate the way I get through the day, my preoccupations There's no receipt, no deceit, no paper trail at all Every single fleeting thought becomes another outlaw song One hand on a smoking gun and a bullet in the innocent Letras de cancionesDon't you know the bad guys always win Don't you know the bad guys always win I hate, love songs I hate, stadiums I hate the way you turn and walk away I hate the way my heart anticipates I hate, dreaming I hate, sleeping I hate waking up always the same I hate making small talk, begging for some change I hate the protest singer, staring at me in the mirror There's nothing left worth fighting for hasn't that come clear The artificial poets from the future are here From Letras Mania