Hated

Afghan Whigs · Up In It [1992]

I smoke a pack a day

I hit the pipe sometimes

And drink my pay, screw my friends

Understand my need to offend



Come home and smack the woman around

Tried to apologize

She deserved it that I know

Strangled with her pantyhose



What's with the flowers, can't you smell me

I buried you and still you kill me

With all your cryin' I can tell

That your disease will make me well



Twist your head so I can witness

Come and crawl inside my sickness

And I'm hated, undisguised

Never known why



And I'm hated, undisguised

Never known why, now I like it

Now I like it, now I like it

Now I like it