Hated

My God, what have I done?

Alright, kid, how's life? 'Bout time that we spoke
Let's talk about the day when you were seven years old
The doctor took your little dick out, put it straight down his throat
You never said a word to anybody, no one was told

Your mum was in the same room, she was dying to know
Why when the curtain opened up, you were white as a ghost
She's probably finding out now in the line to your show
Why you'll never trust a guy in a tie and a coat

But you don't wanna do what your daddy did
Bury it deep down, keep it under your skin
So, you put pen and paper, made a verse of it
And you murdered it, and the chorus went

You gotta kill somebody to be somebody
To be who you wanna be
You gotta hit rock bottom to live through
All the shit nobody believes
You're gonna hurt some people, but first
Some people will thirst on watching you bleed
And that's when you know that you made it
You made it, when you're hated

Fast-forward and, before you know, the album's out
Crowds loud, sold-out shows
But right now, as far as popular opinion goes
You're a posh, queer-baiting, indulgent arsehole

Spits beer on the kids while infecting their earholes
Mate, that's why you've been sent here, to fuck with the fearful
Tits out, fuck boys in the back of the vehicle
Tracksuits, lipstick, got the Catholics tearful

But you don't wanna do what your daddy did (daddy did)
Bury it deep down, keep it under your skin
So, you put pen and paper, made a verse of it (verse of it)
And you murdered it (murdered it), and the chorus went

You gotta kill somebody to be somebody
To be who you wanna be
You gotta hit rock bottom to live through
All the shit nobody believes
You're gonna hurt some people, but first
Some people will thirst on watching you bleed
And that's when you know that you made it
You made it, when you're hated

Alright, you thought that was it?
Nah, don't get cocky, we haven't even started yet
You go back and forth from your North American tour
Your sister can't even look at you, she won't open the door

The story you told was only partially yours
You outed her in a magazine, who the fuck do you think you are?
You forgot your family listens to the radio in the car
You're trying to be authentic, but you're taking it too far

You're messed up in the head, you fucked up with your friends
Your family's upset, don't call them, you forget
You say, "I'm Sorry, Jem, things are pretty crazy right now"
She says, "I love you, Dom, but I fucking hate you right now"

You gotta kill somebody to be somebody
To be who you wanna be
You gotta hit rock bottom to live through
All the shit nobody believes
You're gonna hurt some people, but first
Some people will thirst on watching you bleed
And that's when you know that you made it
You made it, when you're hated

That's when you know that you made it
That's when you know that you made it
You made it (when you're hated)
Man, this kid's messed up



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Paul Meany, Adam Warrington, Jacob Torrey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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