Hate, is what I feel for youAnd I want you to know that I want you dead
Your late, for the executionIf your not here soon, I'll kill a friend instead
Over pain, I fear youYou'll then start to hear youOver an hour, I get to
I hate you, and your apathyYou can leave, you can leaveI don't want you here
I'm playin this pantomimeBut I don't see ya showing any signs of fear
Over pain, I fear youYou'll then start to hear youOver an hour, I get to
This time I'm for realMy pain cannot hear youYou will be dead when I'm through
Hate, is what I feel for youAnd I want you to know that I want you dead
Your late, for the executionIf your not here soon I'll kill a friend instead
Over pain, I fear youYou'll then start to hear youOver an hour, I get to
This time I'm for realMy pain cannot hear youYou will be dead when I'm through
Ohhh, ohhhhhhPain, and executionPut your hands in the air
Put your hands in the airThe air, yeah AaaarrggghhhhI am, I am israel's son
Israel's son I amPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the air
I am, I am israel's sonIsrael's son I amPut your hands in the air
Put your hands in the airAaaarrggghhhh, yeah