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We Hate You

by The Pink Elephants

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1.
I’m dying for a taste of Dewar’s, Jim or Jack, whatever’s on that rack Any gin will do, rum’s ok too, so Hey you, hey you, we’ll drink to the things we do Fucked up, shitfaced, high as sin - three sheets to the wind That’s my plan for you, works for me too, so Hey you, yeah you, we’ll drink to the things we do We’re getting wasted, wasted, nevermind all our problems So high and wasted, wasted, no intention to solve’em Nodoby’s watching so take the pill and get inside We just wanna feel alright We wanna drink, fuck and rock tonite We’re gonna burn bright ‘til morning light We’re gonna party like there’s no tomorrow ‘cos there isn’t one We wanna trip, laugh and love tonite We’re gonna burn bright ‘til morning light We’re gonna party like there’s no tomorrow ‘cos there isn’t, there isn’t one And all we need is younger livers, older hearts, that work right from the start Gotta pay our dues, before we are through so Hey you, yeah you, we’ll drink to the things we do So tell me, where you’ll be tonight? Will you show up, will you hide? Will you rest your sorry ass, or will you sit it by our side? ‘Cos you do have a choice, face the crowd or face the noise Ain’t it fun to reach that point when all we have is ourselves to destroy? So let’s get high!
2.
I would never really stand a chance I don’t care what lawyers say If I ever put a move on you You know every lead would point my way Wouldn’t bother with an alibi Wouldn’t be a clever stunt If I ever put a move on you Oh boy, you don‘t wanna know so don’t You don’t wanna know so Don’t you test me, can’t you see I’ve got all three Means, motive and opportunity You’ll see, you’re dead and I’m a detainee That’s a really fucked up future, is it not? Well, you’re giving it a shot They’d be reading all these logs and files And they’d call it homicide If I ever put a move on you You know they would never get it right They would talk about the murder weapon As something big and blunt But they’d never get to be with you ‘Cos boy, if they did, well, I don’t know They might off you too so... You push my buttons deep About to lose my shit I’m reaching boiling point, so Don’t you fucking breathe! Can’t you see, can’t you see Means, motive and opportunity
3.
So please enlighten me, and tell me where you’re from By any chance, is it a shithole you do call your home? I’m all out of fucks to give Still I wonder why you’re proud to live in the backside of nowhere Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, it’s the backside! Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, such a sad sight! Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, ain’t that right? Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, it’s the backside! Just another line in the dirt, no value anywhere! It’s in your DNA, it’s in your family blood That’s what you tell so people like you, what a fucking rod! You know your traditions suck Still you carry all of them like rocks in the backside of nowhere Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, it’s the backside! Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, such a sad sight! Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, ain’t that right? Yeah, it’s the backside of nowhere, it’s the backside! So black and white, just a line in the dirt! You’re gonna grow up there, you’re gonna get old there You’re gonna waste your life in there You’ll barely be yourself, you’ll barely see yourself as you sign your life away Just another line in the dirt, no value anywhere!
4.
Refrain, restrain - my god, here it comes again! Your strain to blame, he’s driving you insane Can’t live, can’t die - must keep the little freak alive He stinks, he cries, he wakes you up at night When your dreams they die And you want your mental health back whatever it takes So baby shake, shake the baby Don’t try to make’em understand Take this matter into your own hands It’s time to make a stand So baby shake, shake the baby, yeah Your pants, God bless… the swollen aching bags for breasts You can’t confess you don’t fit in your dress
5.
I don’t need no heartbeat, I have too much I’m bored with my life, I’m gonna take it up a notch I don’t need no bloodflow, no, it’s had its place I want all your knives and shotguns pointing to my face Yes, I’m too alive to be what I wanna be So break my bones, drain my blood Throw my corpse on a parking lot Yes, I’m too alive to be what I wanna be So take the knife, have me whacked And tell my family I won’t come back Babe I wanna be like those Dead Boys So come with me, and listen to my song I need you to do wrong The music and the damage done Those seventies records, they’ve ruined my life Those kids from Ohio set my brain in overdrive They told me to break things, and they sure were right And all I can think right now, is to provoke you and get into a fight You and I, for the last time
6.
Can’t stop drinking and I can’t stop sinking and I Can’t stop thinking ‘bout your pretty face Can’t stop drowning and I can’t stop frowning and I Can’t stop counting all the wasted days Can’t stop drinking and I can’t stop sinking and it’s killing me, I swear Dear Lynndie girl, baby I don’t care what they say about you I know a girl like you is so rare, you sure have a pair Who cares what you’re into? Who cares if you fucked it up there? They were so unfair! Don’t you care, it doesn't bother me - even so, I kinda like it I’d be on all fours, gagged and naked, waiting for your camera If you only shut the door and put me in a pile Right under your thumb and your smile Can’t stop drinking and I can’t stop sinking and I Can’t stop thinking ‘bout your pretty face Can’t stop drowning and I can’t stop frowning it’s the monkey on my back Don’t be such a drag, get the plastic bag come and strip me naked Chain me to the prison bars, baby don’t go far We will have a future, living in the trailer park Wait until it’s dark!... Don’t be such a drag, get the plastic bag yeah Nothing wrong with that We might not leave the trailer park But inside we’d be back, back in ol’ Irak Yeah, we’d be back
7.
My City 02:24
Big modern, nice and warm - at least that’s what they claim Such a crying shame baby, such a crying shame They’ll let you do your thing - if you do play their game Such a crying shame baby, such a crying shame When everyone’s so shitty, When everyone’s so shitty You have no place Fuck it all man, I hate my city Political correctness has now gone insane Such a crying shame baby, such a crying shame A cultural police state - it’s only us to blame Such a crying shame baby, such a crying shame… Beware of the “world’s best store” - is nothing more than a rotten whore
8.
Human Scum 03:08
Melting under big black clouds Bloody foam drips from your mouths Radiation burning everywhere Deadly sunshine, lethal flare And as you burn, and suffocate We’re wiping out all the human race ‘Cos we’re here and all we want is just a brand new start Get ready for a billion year war You should have thought it out more Pathetic human scum, the time has come for you to end your stay Vengeance from the stars will tear your towns apart So kiss your home goodbye ‘Cos by the time we’re done it’ll be a brand new start Gooey humour in your eyes Not that many more to die Planet goes up in a gassy blaze Doomsday’s come from outer space Get ready for a billion year war You should have thought it out more Pathetic human scum, the time has come for you to end your stay Vengeance from the stars will tear your towns apart So kiss your home goodbye ‘Cos by the time we’re done you’ll be no more Just as we have waited for Can’t you see you’re ceasing to exist? Truth is that this planet sure deserves a brand new start
9.
I’ve been waiting for these cards all night And now I got’em, right in sight My sweaty hands will give me up - don’t move a muscle Bob! Keep a straight face, and play’em up - don’t move a muscle Bob! Everybody has raised their bets now, I’ll call their bluff These cards are gonna set me up I’ve got a hunch - I’ve got the feeling it’s the one I feel it in my lucky bones I’ve got the luck of the Irish tonight Can’t go, I’m having so much fun So much fun, I’ve got a hunch I’ve been shaking with my royal flush And now I’ll end my lousy rush… Sipping my drink and holding my breath My shirt’s soaking in the coldest sweat They turn their cards over one by one They start smiling as I wait my turn And I don’t know, no I don’t know I don’t know if I will live or die I’ve got a hunch - I’ve got the feeling it’s the one I feel it in my lucky bones I’ve got the luck of the Irish tonight Can’t go, I’m having so much fun So much fun, I’ve got a hunch I’ll be set up for life Gonna crown myself the king of everything, that’s right! I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna make it I’m gonna make it oh yes I am Gonna quit my job Gonna wear the sliks and the golds and the velvet robes I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna make it I’m gonna make, gonna make, gonna make Gonna have a house, and a car, and a maid And a life so great that I’ll always get laid yeah I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna make it I’m gonna make, gonna make, gonna make Gonna look so great, gonna smell so great Gonna get so laid, gonna get so laid Gonna get inside, gonna feel so right Gonna shine so bright, gonna dress so tight Gonna be alright, I’m gonna be alright...
10.
Say Goodbye 02:36
Say goodbye, to the life you’re living - careless and mundane Say goodbye, to the dreams you’re dreaming - flush’em down the drain They don’t know, don’t listen to them - they don’t know what’s right So come with me, we still can make it - come and say goodbye To your family, to your friends - say goodbye! To your girlie innocence - say goodbye! To the others, to be their sister or their daughter, yeah Get off their tracks! Ain’t gonna be their girl no more, Leave’em all behind that door and don’t look back! The time is now, we leave tonight - say goodbye! Burn a bridge before we die - say goodbye! To your family, to their lies - say goodbye! To the love that sucks you dry - say goodbye!
11.
So what’s the deal with these trouser-stains? They would be fun if they weren’t first rate bands Must be something I don’t understand ‘Cos otherwise I connect the dots And all I see are the emperor’s new clothes What a pitiful bunch of fucks - somehow still they got an audience! Can’t we jump ahead now? And leave them all behind? Postmodernistic cesspool that no one seems to mind Where’s the honesty? The will to cross the line? You wanna do it, do it alright ‘Cos it sure is a sign of the times - they’re not alone there But I’m tired of copycats who find their way like garbage rats And how come they’re the talk of the town? Nostalgic assholes! I’m so tired of copycats - to see them go, I’d be so glad ‘Cos all they do is regurgitate They’re taking bands and they’re cloning them up straight Everybody’s thinking they’re as great Ain’t foolin’ me - it’s the same old song It’s nothing more than placebo for the dumb It’s what rock and roll has become - of course, they got the biggest audience! Can’t we jump ahead now? And leave them all behind? Postmodernistic cesspool that no one seems to mind Where’s the honesty? The will to cross the line? Not in this inauthentic motherfuckers - it sure ain’t there How stupid can you people be? Are they really what you came to see? Those overrated wannabes? It doesn’t take a genius to see through them - it’s amazing no one did A bit of hype is all you need to be a hit Go take a seat but don’t wait for me But that’s what they wait for - that’s what they pay for Another bunch of copycats
12.
No more than His bosses oldest prop Right before retirement they sack him from the job And the bank won’t cash His checks no more He’ll soon be homeless, and they don’t care He wonders who will get Him justice? Who will get His back? Who will set it right? and He’s about to realize it’s open season for the swine God bless Him and His plastic badge Face the Sherriff and you’ll meet your match You just don’t fuck with our bread, alright Life is overrated, nothing sacred there, and so Love’s been overstated, I’m not jaded, I’m just aware! Yeah, so what if I don’t care? They had it coming - don’t say it wasn’t fair God bless Him and His plastic badge Face the Sherriff and you’ll meet your match You just don’t fuck with our families - hope you got that right
13.
We Hate You 04:04
We hate anyone who waves a flag Christians, muslims, jews and whites and blacks Bankers, lawyers and politicians But mostly every prick who’s got their back We’re never short on middle fingers We got the cynic crown of thorns to wear Our eyes are everywhere! It’s a machine that needs release to fuel the fire Engine rips, the turbines clip, the flames are getting higher It’s the pain that makes you smile - ills that make it worth your while F.U.C.K.Y.O.U., you fit this shoe It’s our favorite thing to do - and yes, we hate you Gym freaks, anyone who’s tan and fit Flaming faggots, asshole macho dicks Tree-huggers and hybrid drivers Eco-hypocrites who don’t give a shit… You all repulse us, we want you dead We want some holes to open in your heads We don’t really need you in our lives Don’t say you’re born this way, please Don’t say you’re not to blame We all despise your stupid signs We hate you, we hate you all We hate you man - we hate your fucking guts!

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released December 16, 2011

Lluís Cortés: Lead vocals, guitars
David García: Guitars, background vocals
Eric Grifol: Bass, background vocals
Miki Atarés: Drums, background vocals

Engineered by Txosse Ruiz at Wheel Sound, Cerdanyola - Spain
Mixed by Fred Really at Audio Alliance, Skellefteå - Sweden
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering, Chicago - USA
Artwork by Marcos Cabrera

All Songs written & arranged by The Pink Elephants

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