Tekstovi: American Music Club. In My Role as The Most Hated Singer.

In the local underground music scene

In my role as the most hated singer
In the local underground music scene
I've met a lot of well-dressed cowards
Who were never afraid of anything

I used to hang on each and every word
But now it just seems like a waste of time
You can say anything you want now baby
Just as long as you don't try and waste my time

Oh God I loved you
I should've killed you when I had the chance

Now you say that in my sight you love me
But at the time it was kind of hard to tell
I feel like I've been wrung dry baby

It's too late, why don't you just go to hell

Oh God I loved you
I should've killed you when I had the chance

In my role as the most hated singer
In the local underground music scene
All I got was to find your fingerprints
Over everything I've loved and everything I've been

Oh God I loved you
I should've killed you when I had the chance
I cut you up and I'll stick the knife in
I swear you still won't feel a thing