Hate My Way Lyrics - In A Doghouse - Throwing Muses

I could be a smack freak and hate society 

I could hate God and blame Dad 

I might be in a Holocaust, hate Hitler 

Might not have a child and hate school 

I could be a sad lover and hate death 

I could be a neuro and hate sweat 

No, I hate my way 

I make you into a song 

I can't rise above the church 

I'm caught in a jungle 

Vines tangle my hands 

And I'm always so hot and it's hot in here 

I say it's alright 

My pillow screams too 

But so does my kitchen 

And water and my shoes and the road 

I have a gun in my head, I'm invisible 

I can't find the ice 

A slug, I'm TV, I hate 

A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever 

A girl was missing two fingers 

Gerry Ann was confused 

Mr. Huberty had a gun in his head 

So I sit up late in the morning 

And ask myself again 

How do they kill children? 

And why do I wanna die? 

They can no longer move 

I can no longer be still 

I hate my way