Аккорды Passenger - I Hate

Capo 4

             C                      F
Well, I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes,
     C                      G
And explaining where people belong.
       Am                      F
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs,
    G                               C
And talk through everything fucking song.
       C                     F
I hate people in nightclubs, snorting coke,
    C                            G
And explaining where you're going wrong.
      Am                 F
Well, if you AGREE, come hate it with me,
     G                C
And feel free to sing along.

            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc

C   F   C   G X2

      C                     F
And I hate pointless status updates on Facebook,
   C                  G
'FYI', we were never m8s.
      Am                        F
We pretend to be friends on THE INTERNET,
             G
When in real life we have nothing to say,
        C                        F
To each other, Oh, brother, I've love for my mother,
    C                                G
For good times, for music and for my mates.
        C                      F
Yeah, I love and I live, and I have love to give,
        G
But sometimes, all you can do is hate.

            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc


  F                           
I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,
      C                 G
They only eat PIZZA and chips.
       F                         
I hate stepping outside for a smoke, and some guy coughs,
C                      G
   Like YOUR lungs are his.
      Am
And I hate queuing up for festival toilets,
C                          F
Especially when you need a shit.
  G                     
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,
    F                       C
You bunch of money grabbing pricks.

         F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc

C   F   C   G X2

      C                             F
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens,
         C                           G
They make ten year olds chase to grow up.
Am                              F           G
"Hey kids lets be anoerxic", or better, eat chocolate 'til you throw up.
          C                         F
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their stupid CARS,
        C                             G
And the botox, that makes them looked fucked.
      Am                           F
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's face?
   G                             C
It looks like it's been hit by a truck.

            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc
            F    C   G   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc.
            F    C   G
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc