Israel's Son

Hate is what I feel for youAnd I want you to know that I want you deadYou're late for the executionIf you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend insteadAll the pain I feelCouldn't start to healAlthough I would like it toI hate you and your apathyYou can leave, you can leave, I don't want you hereI'm playing this pantomimeBut I don't see you showing any signs of fearAll the pain I feelCouldn't start to healAlthough I would like it toThis time I'm for realMy pain can not healYou will be dead when I'm through[Chorus]Pain and executionPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the airThe air... yeahI am, I am Israel's sonIsrael's son I amPut your hands in the airPut your hands in the air