Mr. Hate (Live)

I must admit, I was a bit confused
 I saw my picture in the mornin' news
 You say my sister's dead; my mom is, too
 You said I killed 'em, but it's just not true
 Nothin's real; nothin's certain
 but when I read your words, it just starts hurtin'
 Everybody's tryin' to convict me
 for taking benzedrine and LSD
 but that's all ancient history
 and it's just between God and me
 I hate rock 'n' roll, don't smoke pot
 Maybe a drunk, but a user I'm not
 This is a warning from my own hands
 Never corner a frightened man
 I might kill somebody tryin' to escape
 you better listen to Mr. Hate
 I can't believe the things my school friends said
 Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead
 I get so mad that I just see red
 then something blows apart inside my head
 It's all erroneous information
 I've gotta make a little clarification
 This is a warning from my own hands
 Never corner a frightened man
 I might kill somebody tryin' to escape
 you better listen to Mr. Hate
 I'm not gonna wash your dishes, anymore...
 I'm not gonna fry your burgers
 I don't need it
 You never understood me, anyway
 You'll never catch me...
 I won't give up...
 You'll NEVER take me alive!
 This is a warning from my own hands
 Never corner a frightened man
 I might kill somebody tryin' to escape
 you better listen to Mr. Hate
 You better listen to Mr. Hate
 You better listen to Mr. Hate
 You better listen to Mr. Hate
 You better listen to Mr. Hate