Silverchair - Israel's Son Lyrics
Hate, is what I feel for youAnd I want you to know that I want you deadYour late, for the executionIf your not here soon, Ill kill a friend insteadOver pain, I fear youYoull then start to hear youOver an hour, I get toI hate you, and your apathyYou can leave, you can leaveI dont want you hereIm playin this pantomimeBut I dont see ya showing any signs of fearOver pain, I fear youYoull then start to hear youOver an hour, I get toThis time Im for realMy pain cannot hear youYou will be dead when Im throughHate, is what I feel for youAnd I want you to know that I want you deadYour late, for the executionIf your not here soon Ill kill a friend insteadOver pain, I fear youYoull then start to hear youOver an hour, I get toThis time Im for realMy pain cannot hear youYou will be dead when Im throughOhhh, ohhhhhhPain, and executionPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airThe air, yeahAaaarrggghhhhI am, I am israels sonIsraels son I amPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airI am, I am israels sonIsraels son I amPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airAaaarrggghhhh, yeah
