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plan b – i don’t hate you كلمات اغاني

sixteen years, since you went searching for the holy ghost
and got lost along the way like money in the post
holier than most, is how you used to act
walking round with a bible, spitting out quotes like they was facts
painted black, men, women, children as well
if you don’t worship god, then you’re going to h-ll
always had to take it one step further, you couldn’t just pray, no
had to shove it down people’s throats like gay blokes
it’s like that bas-m-nt jaxx song, where’s your head at
when did you lose your mind? same time your hair fell out
and your beard started to grow, grey hair started to show
or was it when you started speaking in tongues on road
i was only six years old, how could you subject me to that sh-t?
verbal syphilis, complete f-cking gibberish
i was sick of it but too afraid to say
only saw you once every fortnight, out of all of them you had to choose that day
to bible-bash, evangelising in the street
looking like a tramp, who collected trash
even though you was br-ss you could have tried to look normal
even if you was f-cked in your head, it’s awful
i know, but i’m glad you done a disappearing act, screw you
how could i ever introduce anyone to you?
alright baby, this is my dad, he’s a religious nut
(oh h-llo… what the f-ck!)

i won’t hit you, still i won’t hug you neither

if we ever meet again, cold is how i’m gonna treat ya

when we talk about your antics now, they’re always met with laughter
“he really used to make you pray before you ate a mars bar?”
yes! every time we put something our mouths, we had to pray to jesus
why the f-ck you think i never used to eat malteasers?
i slag you off now and don’t feel bad about it afterwards
just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers
“i hate my dad, homer simpson lookalike, fat b-st-rd!”
yeah, well at least you weren’t stuck with ned flanders
who the f-ck was i supposed to go to for answers?
“hey mum, what’s this sticky sh-t in my pyjamas?”
you weren’t around to teach me sh-t, sold your own kids out for some b-tch
and no one’s seen you since
but i bet you turn up when i’m rich
chatting sh-t like it weren’t your fault
probably blame it on your b-tch, ’cause your b-tch mind’s warped
we could hear in in her voice every time she talked
me and lauren we young but we weren’t dumb, we knew what was going on
first time i met her when she was just your wife to be
i remember that something just didn’t seem right to me
from what i could see, it was simple and plain
she had you under manners like a dog on a chain
sometimes i used to wonder where you were and why you left
was it all because of her or what you thought was best
but times have changed and i’m used to you not being there
so now i no longer wonder, nor do i care
you could be dead for all i know
even more f-cked up in your head for all i know
’cause all i really know is that you left without saying bye
and ain’t ever looked back since. yes, there was a time

you could have built a bridge, but now the gap’s too great

you might find if you try, it’ll just collapse under the weight
’cause now it’s far too late ’cause we all grown up
how can you be part of our lives now when you’ve missed so much?

i don’t hate you, i don’t love you neither
you mean nothing to me, you’re just another geezer
i won’t hit you, still i won’t hug you neither
if we ever meet again, cold is how i’m gonna treat ya
you can’t run away from your past ’cause your past is hereditary
the blood that courses through my veins is your legacy
and will probably be the only thing ever left to me from you
’cause just like you
i myself have been gifted with a musical talent
except i go by the name of ben drew not paul balance
you lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance
then you fell off the wagon and now the only thing that’s apparent is
you ain’t half the man you used to be, but i am more than you could ever be
’cause you could never see the world as i see it
where as you try to be something you ain’t, i be it
and real fast your past is coming back to haunt you
it’s god’s will that such a big mistake like me should taunt you, daunt you
like a nervous feeling in your gut
i call it fate, but you can call it whatever the f-ck you want
you’re just a lost little boy, so here’s one less worry for ya
i don’t hate you
i just feel sorry for ya
in fact i pity you
i got so much sh-t on you
if i saw you on the street, i wouldn’t even spit on you
(but i don’t hate you. hating takes too much effort, and you ain’t worth the f-cking time of day. as for love, that went when you went. long ago)

- plan b

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