I Hate

             C                     
Well, I hate racist blokes, telling
 F
 tasteless jokes,
     C                      G
And explaining where people belong.
       C                        F
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money
 to see gigs,
    G                              
And talk through everything fucking
 C
 song.
       Am                   
I hate people in nightclubs, 
 F
snorting coke,
    C                            G
And explaining where you're going 
wrong.
      Am                 F
Well, if you agree, come hate it 
with me,
     G                C
And feel free to sing along.

            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la .
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la

(  C  F  C  G )

And I hate pointless status updates 
on Facebook,
'FYI', we were never m8s.
We pretend to be friends on the 
internet,
Yet when in real life we have 
nothing to say,
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Oh, brother, I've love for my 
mother,
For good times, for music and for my
 mates.
Yeah, I love and I live, and I have 
love to give,
But sometimes, all you can do is 
hate.

And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la .
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la

  F
I hate them fussy eaters, you cook 
them fajitas,
      C                 G
They only eat pizza and chips.

I hate stepping outside for a smoke,
 and some guy coughs,
     C              G
Like your lungs are his.
      Am
And I hate queuing up for festival 
toilets,
F                          C
Especially when you need a shit.
  Am                     F
I hate the X-factor, for murdering 
music,
    G                       C
You bunch of money grabbing pricks.

         F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la .
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la

C   F   C   G
down to the G (if that makes any 
sense)

      C                            
And I hate them magazines, aimed at
 F
 insecure teens,
         C                      
They make ten year olds chase to 
     G
grow up.
C                             
"Hey kids lets be anoerxic", or 
  F        G
better, eat chocolate 'til you throw
 up.
          Am                       
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their
  F
 stupid cars,
        C                     
And the botox, that makes them 
        G
looked fucked.
      C                            
Just grow old with grace, have you 
 F
seen Cher's face?
   G                            
It looks like it's been hit by a 
 C
truck.


And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la

And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la

And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la