Текст песни Jersey Moriarty - Hate Your Heart Out

hey sweetie what’s on your mind?
can’t you tell that all i’ve got is time?
and this little rhyme...
about my credit card bill the size of florida
and a chip in my tooth but i kind sorta...
like it that way, would you come out and play?
‘cause todays the day, i say forget it
i love playin’ music but my heart just ain’t in it
anymore... so i’ll shut the door
on all the “pros”, the liars and critics,
naysayers, bullshitters, yackers and cynics
they don’t mean a thing... “‘cause this is what style i bring...”

so go ahead and hate your heart out
i’ll still be here playing the part of the fool
when you wake
so go ahead and spill your guts
just not on my rug ‘cause i hate cleaning up
after hate...
and liars and fakes...

i thought you were my friend? :-\
but some friends just aren’t friends ‘till the end i guess?

damn, you’ve guessed it, this is my exit
speech and i’m guessin’ some people won’t get it
when it’s all said and done
dearest you, who was offended
i wrote this letter, i licked it, i sent it
to you...yea, you’re the one.
but what does it matter now, you see?
since i’ve flown away i’ve been quarantined
there’s no place in this business, for a kid like me...

so go ahead and hate your heart out
i’ll still be here playing the part of the fool
when you wake
so go ahead and spill your guts
just not on my rug ‘cause i hate cleaning up
after hate...
and liars and fakes...

oo-oh, don’t you see what you’ve done?
they say there’s always gotta some to go and ruin fu-u-un
oo-oh, i guess i’m over it now.
you can think what you want but my life is better without you anyh-a-ow.

hey sweetie what’s on your mind?
can’t you tell that all i’ve got is time?
and this little rhyme...
about the time of my life that i had to negate
of my sense of opinion, all time and date...

but for what? ...........
well, i guess the experience was great?

so go ahead and hate your heart out
i’ll still be here playing the part of the fool
when you wake
so go ahead and spill your guts
just not on my rug ‘cause i hate cleaning up
after hate...
and liars and fakes...

and i hate liars and fakes...