Hate My Way

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 I'm always so hot and it's hot in here I say it's all right 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 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 want to die? They can no longer move I can no longer be still I hate my way