Don't look around at the scenery today 'Cause you probably won't understand it Don't settle down in a permanent way 'Cause you haven't the right to demand it I'm writing you a hate song I don't want to have to hold your hand I'm writing you a hate song And I'm hoping that you'll understand Let it be said that it hasn't been said When there wasn't the will to unearth it Relive the germs to awaken the worms Just to ask them if it's worth it So let's get one thing straight: The halls have narrowed, leaving aphids in the marrow So you say so And I say what And the difference ain't worth debating I never wanted the mud in the face But I couldn't have known what was waiting