Text: The Afghan Whigs. Hated.

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