We Hate You

by The Pink Elephants

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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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Track Name: Alcoholocaust
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!
Track Name: Means, Motive & Opportunity
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
Track Name: Backside Of Nowhere
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!
Track Name: Shake The Baby!
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
Track Name: I'm Too Alive
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
Track Name: I'm In Love With Lynndie England
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
Track Name: My City
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
Track Name: Human Scum
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
Track Name: I've Got A Hunch
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...
Track Name: Say Goodbye
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!
Track Name: Copycat Rockers
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
Track Name: Plastic Badges
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
Track Name: We Hate You
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!