feel the fingers of anguish caress body
find shelter in the arms of melancholy
been waitin' in the brush pile for a while now
joke's on me, it was a holiday weekend
I owe my life to a chain of false hope
a few more, more links and I might reach the moat but
what a waste to give a face to a gator
what a waste to be a hater
count the ways I love you later

feel the crossbow of courage stab the back
pull the reins of a sluggish, sleepy lion
been feelin' a little different since I lost my knack
my mojo rolled out of that backpack
I owe my life to my money and connections
the unnatural selection that fights my infection
what a waste to give a face to a gator
it might pay to be a hater
but I'll look into that later

see the light at the end of the tunnel
get shocked by the slide, it's jealous of life
and I'm jealous of the living who live without strife
when before all I wanted was to earn some stripes, yeah but
what a waste to give a face to a gator
what a waste to be a hater
what a waste to be a hater
what a waste to be a hater
what a waste to be a hater
what a waste to be a hater
count the ways I love you later
it might pay to be a hater
it might pay to be a hater
it might pay to be a hater
count the ways I love you later
it might pay to be a hater
it might pay to be a hater
it might pay to be a hater
count the ways I love you later