Passenger – I Hate (Guitar)

Capo 4
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[Verse]
             C                      F
Well, I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes,

     C                      G
And explaining where people belong.

       C                        F
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs,

    G                          C
And talk through every fucking song.

       Am                    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.
[Chorus]
            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 [Verse]
   C                         F
And I hate pointless status updates on Facebook,

    C            G
'FYI', we were never m8s.

   C                   F
We pretend to be friends on the internet,

    G                             C
Yet when in real life we have nothing to say,

    Am                    F
Oh, brother, I've love for my mother,

   C                   G
For good times, for music and for my mates.

  Am                       F
Yeah, I love and I live, and I have love to give,

   G                  C
But sometimes, all you can do is hate.
[Chorus]
            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
[Verse]
  F
I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,

      C                 G
They only eat pizza and chips.
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,

F                          C
Especially when you need a shit.

  Am                     F
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,

    G                       C
You bunch of money grabbing pricks.
[Chorus]
            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 But second time round slow down and lift middle note off the C to walk down to the G (if that makes any sense). [Verse]
      C                             F
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens,

         C                           G
They make ten year olds chase to grow up.

C                                 F        G
"Hey kids, let's be anorexic", or better, eat chocolate 'til you throw up.

          Am                         F
Keep your Hollywood stars, in their stupid cars,

        C                             G
And the botox, that makes them looked fucked.

      C                             F
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's face?

   G                             C
It looks like it's been hit by a truck.
[Chorus]
            F    C   G   C
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   C
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la etc