Enough of your shit, I’ve had it up to here
It’s time I made my intentions clear
I don't give a fuck about your skinhead pride
And I couldn’t care less about the lower east side

I’m just a working class slob who's tired of getting the short end of the stick
And it ain’t my problem if I’m not like you and I’m not sucking Uncle Sam’s dick

You call that negative? Think I’m out of touch?
I can’t stand living, I can’t stand you, and I just can’t hate enough

You think my hatred has blinded me where I can’t see as far as I could spit
Well that's where you’re wrong ‘cos I can see straight through and I can see that you’re full of shit

You call that negative? Think I’m out of touch?
I can’t stand living, I can’t stand you, and I just can’t hate enough