Year of Hate - The Cribs

Don’t want nothing

But don’t ask questions, so past caring

It’s the year of hating everything

So align the crosshairs

Protect the bubble, I know it’s futile

I’m just trying to stay out of it

Placed your faith in celestial lies

Rat poison stars in candy coloured skies

I know that feeling, I’ve felt it before

On the grass in front of the Fred Meyer store

And more…

But don’t ask questions, so past caring

It’s the year of hating everything

So align the crosshairs

Protect the bubble, I know it’s futile

I’m just trying to stay out of it

Don’t want nothing

But don’t ask questions, so past caring

It’s the year of hating everything

Drifted in and out of toxic sleep

While always Tigertown played on repeat

Dawn or dusk who knows what time is it?

When I look back now, yeah that was a trip

What if?

Privileged kids trying to say how it is

Now around here

The mating call of those who should never breed

Loud and clear