Hate the Taste - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

I got a fatal heart, I’m tried to living

Got a tortured soul, I can’t give it away

Gonna find a line, to get me through to reason

Gonna bury it all just to give it a name

I hate the taste but I carry I’m believin

I hate the taste but I’d do it again

I hate the taste but I carry I’m believin

Yeah I hate the taste but I’d do it all again

I’d say I told you so but I’d know you never listen

You’re the only one I ever can’t assure

There’s a fine line between fool and heartache

It’s the fatal sign that makes heartache fools

I hate the taste but I carry I’m believin

Yeah I hate the taste but I’d do it again

I hate the taste but I carry I’m believin

Yeah I hate the taste but I’d do it all again

I wanna ride with you (x3

Why won’t you take me there?

I wanna ride with you (x3)

Why won’t you take me there?

I got a traitors heart, I’m tired of livin

With a tattered soul I got no one to blame

Gonna fall apart if I leave it to deicision

She’s the only one that can take it away

I hate the taste that I carry I’m believin

Yeah I hate the taste but I’d do it again

I hate the taste but I carry I’m believin

Yeah I hate the taste but i’d do it all again

I carry all the mess want to dance with direction

I’m as sick as it gets, i need you there (x3)

I carry all the mess want to dance with direction

I’m as sick as it gets, i need you there

(Grazie a Massimo per questo testo)