Besedila: Iggy Pop. American Caesar. Hate.

An evil look that tells me to fuck off
From the one who'll never treat me soft
I start to boil and to concentrate
On images of anger and of hate

These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn too late
These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn too late

The mean stupidity of what he says
The millions who admire it and they spread
And all I wanna feel is just them dead
And have to eat the things they did and said

These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn so late
These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn too late

Hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate, hate, hate

Why am I afraid?
Why am I afraid?
Why am I afraid?
Why am I afraid?

Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid
Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid