Hated

My God, what have I done? Alright, kid, how's life? 'Bout time that we spoke Let's talk about the day when you were seven years old The doctor took your little dick out, put it straight down his throat You never said a word to anybody, no one was told Your mum was in the same room, she was dying to know Why when the curtain opened up, you were white as a ghost She's probably finding out now in the line to your show Why you'll never trust a guy in a tie and a coat But you don't wanna do what your daddy did Bury it deep down, keep it under your skin So, you put pen and paper, made a verse of it And you murdered it, and the chorus went You gotta kill somebody to be somebody To be who you wanna be You gotta hit rock bottom to live through All the shit nobody believes You're gonna hurt some people, but first Some people will thirst on watching you bleed And that's when you know that you made it You made it, when you're hated Fast-forward and, before you know, the album's out Crowds loud, sold-out shows But right now, as far as popular opinion goes You're a posh, queer-baiting, indulgent arsehole Spits beer on the kids while infecting their earholes Mate, that's why you've been sent here, to fuck with the fearful Tits out, fuck boys in the back of the vehicle Tracksuits, lipstick, got the Catholics tearful But you don't wanna do what your daddy did (daddy did) Bury it deep down, keep it under your skin So, you put pen and paper, made a verse of it (verse of it) And you murdered it (murdered it), and the chorus went You gotta kill somebody to be somebody To be who you wanna be You gotta hit rock bottom to live through All the shit nobody believes You're gonna hurt some people, but first Some people will thirst on watching you bleed And that's when you know that you made it You made it, when you're hated Alright, you thought that was it? Nah, don't get cocky, we haven't even started yet You go back and forth from your North American tour Your sister can't even look at you, she won't open the door The story you told was only partially yours You outed her in a magazine, who the fuck do you think you are? You forgot your family listens to the radio in the car You're trying to be authentic, but you're taking it too far You're messed up in the head, you fucked up with your friends Your family's upset, don't call them, you forget You say, "I'm Sorry, Jem, things are pretty crazy right now" She says, "I love you, Dom, but I fucking hate you right now" You gotta kill somebody to be somebody To be who you wanna be You gotta hit rock bottom to live through All the shit nobody believes You're gonna hurt some people, but first Some people will thirst on watching you bleed And that's when you know that you made it You made it, when you're hated That's when you know that you made it That's when you know that you made it You made it (when you're hated) Man, this kid's messed up