| Song | Mr. Hate |
| Artist | The Tubes |
| Album | The Best Of The EMI Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson, Cotten, Prince ... | |
| I must admit, I was a bit confused | |
| I saw my picture in the mornin' news | |
| You say my sister's dead; my mom is, too | |
| You said I killed 'em, but it's just not true | |
| Nothin's real; nothin's certain | |
| but when I read your words, it just starts hurtin' | |
| Everybody's tryin' to convict me | |
| for taking benzedrine and LSD | |
| but that's all ancient history | |
| and it's just between God and me | |
| I hate rock 'n' roll, don't smoke pot | |
| Maybe a drunk, but a user I'm not | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| I can't believe the things my school friends said | |
| Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead | |
| I get so mad that I just see red | |
| then something blows apart inside my head | |
| It's all erroneous information | |
| I've gotta make a little clarification | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| I'm not gonna wash your dishes, anymore... | |
| I'm not gonna fry your burgers | |
| I don't need it | |
| You never understood me, anyway | |
| You'll never catch me... | |
| I won't give up... | |
| You'll NEVER take me alive! | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate |
| zuo ci : Anderson, Cotten, Prince ... | |
| I must admit, I was a bit confused | |
| I saw my picture in the mornin' news | |
| You say my sister' s dead my mom is, too | |
| You said I killed ' em, but it' s just not true | |
| Nothin' s real nothin' s certain | |
| but when I read your words, it just starts hurtin' | |
| Everybody' s tryin' to convict me | |
| for taking benzedrine and LSD | |
| but that' s all ancient history | |
| and it' s just between God and me | |
| I hate rock ' n' roll, don' t smoke pot | |
| Maybe a drunk, but a user I' m not | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| I can' t believe the things my school friends said | |
| Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead | |
| I get so mad that I just see red | |
| then something blows apart inside my head | |
| It' s all erroneous information | |
| I' ve gotta make a little clarification | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| I' m not gonna wash your dishes, anymore... | |
| I' m not gonna fry your burgers | |
| I don' t need it | |
| You never understood me, anyway | |
| You' ll never catch me... | |
| I won' t give up... | |
| You' ll NEVER take me alive! | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Cotten, Prince ... | |
| I must admit, I was a bit confused | |
| I saw my picture in the mornin' news | |
| You say my sister' s dead my mom is, too | |
| You said I killed ' em, but it' s just not true | |
| Nothin' s real nothin' s certain | |
| but when I read your words, it just starts hurtin' | |
| Everybody' s tryin' to convict me | |
| for taking benzedrine and LSD | |
| but that' s all ancient history | |
| and it' s just between God and me | |
| I hate rock ' n' roll, don' t smoke pot | |
| Maybe a drunk, but a user I' m not | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| I can' t believe the things my school friends said | |
| Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead | |
| I get so mad that I just see red | |
| then something blows apart inside my head | |
| It' s all erroneous information | |
| I' ve gotta make a little clarification | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| I' m not gonna wash your dishes, anymore... | |
| I' m not gonna fry your burgers | |
| I don' t need it | |
| You never understood me, anyway | |
| You' ll never catch me... | |
| I won' t give up... | |
| You' ll NEVER take me alive! | |
| This is a warning from my own hands | |
| Never corner a frightened man | |
| I might kill somebody tryin' to escape | |
| you better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate | |
| You better listen to Mr. Hate |