Way of life
Covers my feet in a hate parade
East to west
And I’m way overgrown
The sound of my presence is a friendly loan
And I can’t find my glasses
Did you stick them somewhere rude?
I wouldn’t put it past your unfortunate past
And I’m way too hollow for you
You left, I ordered in masses
You drank the unspoken drink
You fall through the floor
You stay late for more
And I’m pretty certain you were never born
I can’t find my glasses
And I can’t find my glasses
I can’t find my glasses
And I can’t find my glasses
I can’t find my glasses
There’s no order in masses
You can’t ordеr in masses
‘cos you hid my glasses
And I can’t find the toothpastе
You only went and hid the tube
And this isn’t school
And this isn’t you
‘cos no-one’s gonna gallop or run back to you
And I can’t find my wallet
You stole it for the laugh
You smell like sh#t on a hot day in May
Come and follow me on my hate parade
H-A-T-E
H-A-T-E
Hate parade
H-A-T-E
H-A-T-E
Hate parade
H-A-T-E
H-A-T-E
H-A-T-E
H-A…
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The Crooked Canes Lyrics – Why Did You Hide My Glasses?