Silverchair - Isreal's Son Lyrics
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 apathy.You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here.I'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 toThis time I'm for realMy pain can not healYou will be dead when I'm throughPain and executionPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airThe air... yeahI am, I am Israel's sonIsrael's son I amPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the air