Israel's Son 

 

Hate, is what I feel for you

And I want you to know that I want you dead

You're late, for the execution

If you're not here soon, I'll kill a friend instead

 

Over pain, I fear you

You'll then start to hear you

Over an hour, I get to

 

I hate you, and your apathy

You can leave, you can leave

I don't want you here

I'm playin' this pantomime

But I don't see ya showing any signs of fear

 

Over pain, I fear you

You'll then start to hear you

Over an hour, I get to

This time I'm for real

My pain cannot hear you

You will be dead when I'm through

 

Hate, is what I feel for you

And I want you to know that I want you dead

You're late, for the execution

If you're not here soon I'll kill a friend instead

 

Over pain, I fear you

You'll then start to hear you

Over an hour, I get to

This time I'm for real

My pain cannot hear you

You will be dead when I'm through

Ohhh, ohhhhhh

 

Pain, and execution

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

The air, yeah

 

Aaaarrggghhhh

I am, I am Israel's son

Israel's son I am

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

 

I am, I am Israel's son

Israel's son I am

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Aaaarrggghhhh, yeah

Volta para Silverchair.