I may be dead honey,
But I was left with my eyes.
And underneath sugar,
Well, Iâve been stung by your lies.
And my heart baby,
Is cold and blue.
Weâre two of a kind baby,
Weâre me and you.
Itâs our time sweet babe,
To break on through.
Itâs the year to hated,
So glad that we made it,
âCause all the kids in the street,
Whisper sounds that sweet,
The stars under their feet,
Well itâs the year to be hated â¦
One! Two! Ready? Go!
Itâs our time! Our time!
Our time! Our time!
Our time! Our time!
Our time, to be hated!
Alright, to be hated, oh, oh, oh.
Come on, kids.
Itâs our time! Our time!
Our time! Our time!
Our time! Our time!
Our time, to be hated!
Alright, well, itâs the year to be hated!
So glad that we made it.
âCause all the kids in the street,
Whisper sounds that sweet,
The stars under their feet!
Well, itâs the year to be hated!
Alright! Yeah, itâs the year to be hated!
Uh, huh! Well, itâs the year to be hated!
Alright, well, itâs the year to be hated â¦