Pretenders - Hate for Sale Lyrics

Released: March 24, 2020

Songwriter: Chrissie Hynde James Walbourne

Producer: Stephen Street

[Chorus]
Hate for sale
Hate for sale
He won't get hung or go to jail
He's got a curly tongue and a curly tail
But mostly he has hate for sale

[Verse 1]
Call it luck or inherited title
A guy like that is arrogant, idle
He takes and gets whatever he likes
Women, cars and motorbikes

[Verse 2]
He dines on calves, butchered and bled
Tankards of wine, burgundy red
Handmade suits and shoes and socks
Ooh, his breath could stop the clocks

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, here he comes
He's so predictable

[Chorus]
Hate for sale
Hate for sale
He won't get hung or go to jail
He's got a curly tongue and a curly tail
He's got a curly tongue and a curly tail

[Verse 3]
Money in the bank and coke in his pocket
Porn all day, wanks like a rocket
Teeth capped, ooh, he goes to the gym
Chest waxed, ooh, I look like him

[Outro]
Hate for sale
Hate for sale
Hate for sale
Hate for sale

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