Smalltown Poets - Everything I Hate
from the album "Smalltown Poets"
I think I am elastic
These arms they are a wonder
Pull from sideways, up and under
I think it’s time for something drastic
And it could be more than I bargained for
Then to one it is
Oh I’m into everything I hate
My spirit is not fooled; my members take the bait
Oh, I’m in to everything I hate
Still not dead enough to stifle this deabate
These heels were made for brusing
And the cobblestones they’re using
All the pleasures of my choosing
Oh, I must be born for losing
Heal these soles to hurt no more
I’ll lift these hands just like before
Cover me like a dimestore suit
Until I’m just like You
Oh I’m into everything I hate
My spirit is not fooled; my members take the bait
Oh, I’m in to everything I hate
Still not dead enough to stifle this deabate
Careful little eyes what you see
Careful little feet where you go
Oh I’m into everything I hate
My spirit is not fooled; my members take the bait
Oh, I’m in to everything I hate
Still not dead enough to stifle this deabate
Oh I’m into everything I hate
My spirit is not fooled; my members take the bait
Oh, I’m in to everything I hate
Still not dead enough to stifle this deabate