From the album The Original and Genuine

Lyrics

Any damn fool can write about love
Ain’t it sad
The moon in June and a turtle dove
Ain’t it sad
If you’re looking for a love song you’ll just have to wait
Cause this little number is a song about hate
And hate is everywhere
Ain’t it sad

Since the days that the world began
Ain’t it sad
Man has hated his fellow man
Ain’t it sad
Hated his Gods, hated his race
The way he walks and the look on his face
And hate is everywhere
Ain’t it sad

Politicians never talk about love
Ain’t it sad
Cos that’s the last thing their thinking of
Ain’t it sad
They’ll promise you the world and you won’t have to wait
And best of all they’ll give you someone to hate
And hate is everywhere
Ain’t it sad

Now some call for justice
Ain’t it sad
But I know what blood-lust it
Ain’t it sad
And when they’re calling for closure I tell you friends
What they’re really howling for is revenge
Cos hate is everywhere
Ain’t it sad

All this guilt and this shame.
Ain’t it sad
We need someone to blame
Ain’t it sad
Well I got me a bible up on the shelf
But still I hate my neighbor like I hate myself
Cos hate is everywhere
Ain’t it sad

© Willi Kerr 2010

© The Curst Sons 2014