I'd rather be hated for who I am, Then loved for who I am. It's no surprise, we can't decide From side to side, from side to side... Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised. Let them throw my flag to the flames: It's just the way we're raised. To hate me for who I am, Than love me for who I am... We wait for the static to come, It's no wonder we want to die young. Grab a brick if you think it can change. Grab her hips if you think they can save. Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised. Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised. Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised. Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised. We wait for the static to come, It's no wonder we want to die young. Grab a brick if you think it can change. Grab her hips if you think they can save. Sing the words they'll read on the grave. Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised. Every passion is a passing phase, But the hell we've raised, The hell we've raised.