Текст песни Israel's Son - Silverchair
Hate
is
what
I
feel
for
you
And
I
want
you
to
know
that
I
want
you
dead
Your
late
for
the
execution
If
your
not
here
soon
I'll
kill
a
friend
instead
Over
pain
I
fear
you
You'll
then
start
to
hear
you
Over
an
hour
I
get
to
I
hate
you
and
your
apathy
You
can
leave
you
can
leave
I
don't
want
you
here
I'm
playin'
this
pantomime
But
I
don't
see
ya
showing
any
signs
of
fear
Over
pain
I
fear
you
You'll
then
start
to
hear
you
Over
an
hour,
I
get
to
This
time
I'm
for
real
My
pain
cannot
hear
you
You
will
be
dead
when
I'm
through
Hate,
is
what
I
feel
for
you
And
I
want
you
to
know
that
I
want
you
dead
Your
late,
for
the
execution
If
your
not
here
soon
I'll
kill
a
friend
instead
Over
pain,
I
fear
you
You'll
then
start
to
hear
you
Over
an
hour,
I
get
to
This
time
I'm
for
real
My
pain
cannot
hear
you
You
will
be
dead
when
I'm
through
Ohhh,
ohhhhhh
Pain,
and
execution
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
The
air,
yeah
Aaaarrggghhhh
I
am,
I
am
Israel's
son
Israel's
son
I
am
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
I
am,
I
am
Israel's
son
Israel's
son
I
am
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
Put
your
hands
in
the
air
Aaaarrggghhhh,
yeah
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