(Capo 4)
I [C]hate racist blokes, telling [F]tasteless jokes
And [C]explaining where people [G]belong
I [Am]hate ignorant folks, who [F]pay money to see gigs
And [G]talk through every fucking [C]song
I [C]hate people in night clubs, [F]snorting coke
And [C]explaining where you're going [G]wrong
Well if [Am]you agree, then [F]come hating with me
And [G]feel free to sing [C]along And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well I [C]hate pointless status [F]updates on Facebook
[C]FYI we were never [G]mates
We [Am]pretend to be friends on the [F]internet
When in real [G]life, we have nothing to [G]say
To each [C]other, oh brother I have [F]love for my mother
For good [C]times, for music and my [G]mates
Yeah I [Am]laugh, and live and I [F]have love to give
But [G]sometimes all you can do is [C]hate And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well I [Am]hate them fussy eaters, you [F]cook them fajitas
They [C]only eat pizza and [G]chips
I [Am]hate stepping outside, for a [F]smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your [C]lungs are [G]his
And I [Am]hate queuing up, for [F]festival toilets
[C]Especially when you need to [G]shit
And I [Am]hate the X-Factor, for [F]murdering music
You [G]bunch of money grubbing [C]pricks And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la And I [C]hate them magazines, aimed at [F]insecure teens
That [C]make ten year old's race to grow up
Hey [Am]kids, let's all be [F]anorexic or better
Eat [C]chocolate until you [G]throw up
Keep your [C]Hollywood stars, and their [F]stupid cars
And the [C]Botox, that makes them look [G]fucked
Just grow [Am]old with grace, have you [F]seen Chear's face
It [G]looks like it's been hit by a [C]truck And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
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I [C]hate racist blokes, telling [F]tasteless jokes
And [C]explaining where people [G]belong
I [Am]hate ignorant folks, who [F]pay money to see gigs
And [G]talk through every fucking [C]song
I [C]hate people in night clubs, [F]snorting coke
And [C]explaining where you're going [G]wrong
Well if [Am]you agree, then [F]come hating with me
And [G]feel free to sing [C]along And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well I [C]hate pointless status [F]updates on Facebook
[C]FYI we were never [G]mates
We [Am]pretend to be friends on the [F]internet
When in real [G]life, we have nothing to [G]say
To each [C]other, oh brother I have [F]love for my mother
For good [C]times, for music and my [G]mates
Yeah I [Am]laugh, and live and I [F]have love to give
But [G]sometimes all you can do is [C]hate And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Well I [Am]hate them fussy eaters, you [F]cook them fajitas
They [C]only eat pizza and [G]chips
I [Am]hate stepping outside, for a [F]smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your [C]lungs are [G]his
And I [Am]hate queuing up, for [F]festival toilets
[C]Especially when you need to [G]shit
And I [Am]hate the X-Factor, for [F]murdering music
You [G]bunch of money grubbing [C]pricks And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la And I [C]hate them magazines, aimed at [F]insecure teens
That [C]make ten year old's race to grow up
Hey [Am]kids, let's all be [F]anorexic or better
Eat [C]chocolate until you [G]throw up
Keep your [C]Hollywood stars, and their [F]stupid cars
And the [C]Botox, that makes them look [G]fucked
Just grow [Am]old with grace, have you [F]seen Chear's face
It [G]looks like it's been hit by a [C]truck And it goes
[F] [C] [G] [C]x2
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