What Is This Feeling? / Dear Old Shiz (Live from the Dolby Theatre)

Loathing
Unadulterated loathing
For your face
Your voice
Your clothing
Let's just say
I loathe it all

Every little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple, utter loathing
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure, so strong
Though I do admit, it came on fast
Still, I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
Loathing you my whole life long

Dear Galinda, you are just too good
How do you stand it? I don't think I could
I don't think I could

These things are sent to try us

Poor Galinda, forced to reside
With someone so disgustic-ified
We just want to tell you, we're all on your side
We share your loathing

What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling (Let's just say)
(We loathe it all)
Oh, what is this feeling?
Every little trait, however small
Does it have a name?
Makes our very flesh begin to crawl
Yes

Ah
O hallowed halls and vine-draped walls
The proudliest sight there is
When grey and sere our hair hath turned
We shall still revere the lessons learned
In our days at dear old Shiz
Our days at dear old

Loathing
Loathing
There's a strange exhilaration
Loathing
In such total detestation
Loathing
It's so pure, so strong
So strong

Though I do admit, it came on fast
Still, I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing for forever
Loathing truly deeply
Loathing you (Loathing you)
My whole life long

Loathing
Unadulterated loathing

Boo!
Alright, I get it