Текст песни Silverchair - Israel's Son

Hate, is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead
Your late, for the execution
If your not here soon, I'll kill a friend instead

Over pain, I fear you
You'll then start to hear you
Over an hour, I get to

I hate you, and your apathy
You can leave, you can leave
I don't want you here
I'm playin this pantomime
But I don't see ya showing any signs of fear

Over pain, I fear you
You'll then start to hear you
Over an hour, I get to
This time I'm for real
My pain cannot hear you yeah

Aaaarrggghhhh
I am, I am israel's son
Israel's son I am
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air

I am, I am israel's son
Israel's son I am
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Aaaarrggghhhh, yeah