作词 : Cris Exall
作曲 : 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 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, cos you're a queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
With boring cunts that give me jive
Their talking of 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 (until end)