I hate you! Your own child I didn't touch you there Mother please forgive me I just had to get out all my pain and suffering Now that I am done, remember I will always love you I'm your son Little child, looking so pretty

Everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' woman, honey, it's you I hate to lose Nobody seems to care Nobody loves me Yes, nobody loves me Speaking of worries and trouble darling, you know I've had my share Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Nothing could come between us She said... One of those favorite things that she used to say That's just what she said Sorry to say but I don't feel the same It's on your conscience, I'm not for sale Don't you hate when it gets stuck in your mouth And

I feel so betrayed...mistaken I create another day You'll be gone tomorrow Hate me with everything I'm better off without your animosity I'll even sleep better at night...at night I won't believe in you Reminded me of everything you put me through Now

Black tambourine Black hearts in effigy We sing a song that was hated All dressed in rag and bones Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take a hurricane

Oh, I hate this feeling You don't feel like home You don’t feel like home It's been a while since we crossed paths I thought i saw you in an hourglass I’m not sure where the time is gone But I know it's been too long We used to say we'd never change Now

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and

So lonely, so lonely When I came up, I was famous And I stayed up Now I'm way up People they just Turn to hater Been alone ever since I started

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me Pressures of a new place roll my way I can't believe how much I hate I'll be right there But you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air If you need anyone (if you need anyone) I crumble underneath the weight Spirits