Israel's Son

                                  Hate  is what I feel for you 

And I want you to know that I want you dead 

Your late  for the execution 

If your not here soon  I'll kill a friend instead 

Over pain  I fear you 

You'll then start to hear you 

Over an hour  I get to 



I hate you  and your apathy 

You can leave  you can leave 

I don't want you here 

I'm playin' this pantomime 

But I don't see ya showing any signs of fear 



Over pain  I fear you 

You'll then start to hear you 

Over an hour, I get to 

This time I'm for real 

My pain cannot hear you 

You will be dead when I'm through 



Hate, is what I feel for you 

And I want you to know that I want you dead 

Your late, for the execution 

If your not here soon I'll kill a friend instead 



Over pain, I fear you 

You'll then start to hear you 

Over an hour, I get to 

This time I'm for real 

My pain cannot hear you 

You will be dead when I'm through 

Oh, oh



Pain, and execution 

Put your hands in the air 

Put your hands in the air 

The air, yeah 



I am, I am Israel's son 

Israel's son I am 

Put your hands in the air 

Put your hands in the air 



I am, I am Israel's son 

Israel's son I am 

Put your hands in the air 

Put your hands in the air 



Yeah