Lyricist : Nick Culmer/Cris Exall

Composer : Nick Culmer/Cris Exall

God, I wish that I could hide away

And find a wall to bang my brains

I'm living in a fantasy, another nightmare dream reality

When People drive about all day

In metal boxes take me away

God, I wish they drop the bomb

And kill the boring pigs that don't belong

I hate people - I hate the human race

I hate people - I hate your ugly face

I hate people - I hate your f**king mess

I hate people – And they hate me

I hate them

I hate them

I hate them

I hate them

My mother thinks that I am a jerk

Because I hate my bleeding work

Be like your daddy he's sincere

But don't be true, cuz you're a queer

I'm working at my 9 to 5

With boring cunts that give me jive

They’re talking about the love they give

They never give they never give

I hate people - I hate the human race

I hate people - I hate your ugly face

I hate people - I hate your f**king mess

I hate people – And they hate me

I hate them

I hate them

I hate them

I hate them

I hate them – They hate me