Текст песни Silverchair - Israels Son
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Hate is what I feel for you And I want you to know that I want you dead You`re late for the execution If you`re not here soon, I`ll kill your friend instead All the pain I feelCouldn`t start to healAlthough I would like it toI hate you and your apathyYou can leave, you can leave, I don`t want you hereI`m playing this pantomime But I don`t see you showing any signs of fear All the pain I feelCouldn`t start to healAlthough I would like it to This time I`m for realMy pain can not healYou will be dead when I`m throughHate is what I feel for you And I want you to know that I want you dead You`re late for the execution If you`re not here soon, I`ll kill your friend instead All the pain I feelCouldn`t start to healAlthough I would like it to This time I`m for realMy pain can not healYou will be dead when I`m through Ohhh, ohhhhhhhh Pain and execution Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the air The air,yeahhhhhhhhh ArrrrrggghhhhhI am, I am Israel`s son Israel`s son I am Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the airI am, I am Israel`s son Israel`s son I am Put your hands in the air Put your hands in the airArrrrrggghhhhh, yeahhhhhhh