Don't Hate The Ones Who Bring You Rock & Roll - Good Rats

Son of a bitch let me rip his eyes out

Prancing around like a goddamn faggot

Painted up ass like to pull his pants down

Shoot off his works

Then I’d like to bag it & feed it to a maggot

Hate your mommies hate your daddies

Hate the lousy little brats who call you fatty

Hate the rich oil companies

Hate the slimy refugees

But don’t hate the ones who bring you rock & roll

Psychedelic jerk let me kick his ass in

Look at him squirm almost makes me throw up

Filthy, diseased, twisted dirty bastard

One of their kind, this is how they grow up

Man they got it sewed up

Hate your mommies hate your daddies

Hate the lousy little brats who call you fatty

Hate the rich oil companies

Hate the slimy refugees

But don’t hate the ones who bring you rock & roll

Twisted mothers, twisted brothers, twisted sisters

You all got to be a little twisted if you paid to hear us