The Afghan Whigs - Hated

I smoke a pack a day
I hit the pipe sometimes
& drink my pay
Screw my friends
Understand my need to offend
Come home & smack the woman around
Tried to apologize
But she deserved it that I know
Strangled with her pantyhose
What's with the flowers
Can't YOU smell me
I buried YOU & still YOU kill me
With all your crying I can tell
That your disease will make me well
Twist your head so I can witness
Come & crawl inside my sickness
I'm hated
Undisguised
Never known why
Now I like it