Lletres: Heath Brandon. Introduction. Hate City.

Hey, I say to everyone, not knowing who they are.
I sit and stare as shallowness claims pole around the bar.
Everyone knows me for what I wear.
They travel around in-groups of 3, with no brain to share.
Lap 17 starts at about 2:00AM.
All this banter, I do not understand.

Welcome to hate city,
Where everyone wants to be free
Welcome to hate city,
"I hate this place" is what they all say to me.

Young aristocrats pretend they can't see.
Being blind to the crimes against humanity.
I can't keep them open and I can't keep them wide
I think its time to close them; it gets all black inside.

Welcome to hate city,
Where everyone wants to be free
Welcome to hate city,
"I hate this place" is what they all say to me.

Every single night we hear about all the tragedies.
Tell me when you're sick and tired of all her majesties.
I see the girls' mouth moving, but I don't hear anything.
It's a simple lounge, for the simple lives for all the kings and queens.

Welcome to hate city,
Where everyone wants to be free
Welcome to hate city,
"I hate this place" is what they all say to me.

Welcome to hate city, where everyone wants to be free
Welcome to hate city, "I hate this place" is what they all say to me.

"I hate this place" is what they all say to me.
"I hate this place" is what they all say to me