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                          C
And talk through every fucking 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.


[Chorus]
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc

C   F   C   G   x2


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


[Chorus]
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc


[Verse]
  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.


[Chorus]
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc

C   F   C   G   x2

But second time round slow down and 
lift middle note off the C to walk
down to the G (if that makes any 
sense).


[Verse]
      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, let's be anorexic", 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.


[Chorus]
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la 
la la, la la la la etc