Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hate Paste , by - Archers of Loaf. Song from the album Icky Mettle, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 06.09.1993
Record label: Merge
Song language: English
Hate Paste |
| Bit my lip |
| And it’s the same thing |
| Now I’m reduced to a pulp |
| Your undisturbed and decorated |
| Decorations lie |
| You’re hounded by pulse |
| Stabbed by spit |
| And your brain fits |
| Despite your ears |
| Another one has run in |
| Rotten and gossiped |
| You’re all used up |
| With a burst up shell |
| Why’re you gonna try it |
| If you know you don’t like it |
| How’re you gonna give it up |
| If you ain’t got it |
| Why’re you gonna use it |
| If you think that it’s broke |
| What are you gonna swell to show |
| The things that you’re breaking down, down, down |
| Down cold thresh flesh paste |
| Deliver hate paste |
| Voices sick and swelling |
| You say you don’t like it |
| You say you don’t like it |
| But you just don’t get it |
| You just don’t get it |
| You’re hounded by pulse |
| Stabbed by spit |
| And your brain shits |
| To clog your ears |
| A casual mark |
| Made by a bird |
| Look what you lost |
| With your fair hands |
| Why’re you gonna try it |
| If you know you don’t like it |
| How’re you gonna give it up |
| If you ain’t got it |
| Why’re you gonna use it |
| If you think that it’s broke |
| Why’re you gonna swell the show |
| The things that you’re breaking down, down, down |