Since I’m putting down All of the true things around, but I like it Handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may Thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it, hate it
Run me out of town Somewhere a move might intended a gown at Pissed at all the bowels Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways Gull and noun, gull and noun Chills and petty band-aids Wrapped around
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it, hate it
Good grief Good grief
Since I’m putting down All of the true things around, but I like it Handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may Thought of being ousted Comes and goes, come and goes When I think about it The wind blows
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it, hate it