Raised

I’d rather be hated for who I am
Then loved for who I am
It’s no surprise, we can’t decide
From side to side, from side to side…
Every passion is a passing phase
But the hell we’ve raised
The hell we’ve raised
Let them throw my flag to the flames:
It’s just the way we’re raised
To hate me for who I am
Than love me for who I am…
We wait for the static to come
It’s no wonder we want to die young
Grab a brick if you think it can change
Grab her hips if you think they can save
We wait for the static to come
It’s no wonder we want to die young
Grab a brick if you think it can change
Grab her hips if you think they can save
Sing the words they’ll read on the grave