~This is based on the live recording from Borderline, Londond~
Capo 2
D G
Well, I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes,
D A
And explaining where people belong.
D G
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs,
A D
And talk through everything fucking song.
Bm G
I hate people in nightclubs, snorting coke,
D A
And explaining where you're going wrong.
Bm G
Well, if you agree, come hating with me,
A D
And feel free to sing along.
G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
D G D A X2
D G
And I hate pointless status updates on Facebook,
D A
'FYI', we were never m8s.
D G
We pretend to be friends on the internet,
D A
Yet in real life we have nothing to say,
Bm G
To each other. Oh, brother, I've love for my mother,
D A
For good times, for music and my mates.
Bm G
Yeah, I love and I live, and I have love to give,
A D
But sometimes, all you can do is hate.
G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
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G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
D G D A
Bm G
I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,
D A
They only eat pizza and chips.
Bm G
I hate stepping outside for a smoke, and some guy coughs,
D A
Like your lungs are his.
Bm G
And I hate queuing up for festival toilets,
D A
Especially when you need a shit.
Bm G
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,
A D
You bunch of money grabbing pricks.
G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
D G D A X2
D G
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens,
D A
They make ten year olds race to grow up.
A G D A
"Hey kids lets be anoerxic", or better, eat chocolate 'til you throw up.
Bm G
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their stupid cars,
D A
And the botox, that makes them look fucked.
D G
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's face?
A D
It looks like it's been hit by a truck.
G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
G D A D G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la
D A
la, la la la la, lala la la
