Artist: Afghan Whigs
Song: hated
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I smoke a pack a day
I hit the pipe sometimes
And drink my pay, screw my friends
Understand my need to offend
Come home and smack the woman around
Tried to apologize
She deserved it that I know
Strangled with her pantyhose
What's with the flowers, can't you smell me
I buried you and still you kill me
With all your cryin' I can tell
That your disease will make me well
Twist your head so I can witness
Come and crawl inside my sickness
And I'm hated, undisguised
Never known why
And I'm hated, undisguised
Never known why, now I like it
Now I like it, now I like it
Now I like it
