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Or fine as it was for me
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To see your face today
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I guess I knew that it would happen at some point
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And I dreaded it because I knew
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That you would be so kind
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You could've died you've got it right down to the signs
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So you observe the strict rules laid out in the books of Vatican
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And tell me you I enjoy my stay
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And I feel none that I can believe
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That I was stupid enough to leave my bed today
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If I'm so smart then why's this happening
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You know I hate this fucking town
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You cannot even leave your fucking house
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Without running into someone who no longer cares about you
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Somebody who you desperately want to see
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But you know it's only going to cause more grief
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But there's nothing left to say
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And he can't hear you anyway
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It's so confusing 'cause I really want
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To hate you, but my intellect reminds me
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That that doesn't make no sense
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And I wanted to be your friend
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But I couldn't pull it off in the end
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And I'm disappointed with myself as I thought I did
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But then again you always made it clear
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That you do not care either way
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Which begs the question
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How can I still claim to love you
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You told me time and time again
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That you don't lose you always win
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And that to make an effort would just be beneath you
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You know I hate this fucking town
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You cannot even leave your fucking house
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Without running into someone who no longer cares about you
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Somebody who you desperately want to see
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But you know it's only going to cause more grief
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But there's nothing left to say
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And he can't hear you anyway
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Now I'm packing my bags again
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And you are not in the saddle then
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I Hate This Town
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John Grant |