Hate! Hate! Hate! - Gallows

He’s headed downtown in a stolen car

Where the streetlights burn instead of stars

Got a desperate look in his eyes

Doesn’t care if he lives or dies

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

Stuffed in his waist a .45

That gun could shoot for half a mile

You didn’t have a chance with the .44

That’s why you’re laid out on the floor

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

Revenge

He shot him once, he shot him twice

Cut through the crowd like a Stanley knife

He’s got no conscience, got no shame

Give him the chance he’d kill again

Run for your life, you better run for your fucking life

Run for your life, you better run for your fucking life

Another epic from the sewers

Just enough to feed the rumours

There’ll be no stay of execution

The atmosphere’s all pig-style revolution

Yeah

Pig-style revolution

Pig-style revolution

Pig-style revolution