There are things each of us dislikes or hate but tend to keep to ourselves. Unlike Passenger, many of us do not get to unload them as fashionably as he did in I Hate.
Instead, we let them pile up until something, often tiny, touches our heap and unleash a verbal torrent of everything we have been holding in.

It is safe to say I agree with everything Passenger said in this song. I can relate with almost everything, excluding the man snorting lines of coke in the club while telling you where you are going wrong in life.

Firstly because I haven’t seen someone doing coke before. Although I heard recently that it is becoming a common staple at Nigerian night scenes.
Secondly, I am not exactly one for the nightlife.

The other line I don’t relate with is the one about someone coughing when you go out for a smoke. First thing first, I don’t smoke and I don’t understand why people do.
Secondly and more importantly, if you don’t smoke and someone lights up where you are, eject yourself from the environment. Especially when you are in a designated smoking area.

You know you aren’t going to ask them to stop, neither is your pretentious cough going to make them stop. If you were in a “no smoking” area, that would be a different case.

There are a thousand and one other things that I hate, but time would prevent me from fully unloading today.
In the meantime, enjoy Passenger do his own unloading.

I Hate Lyrics

I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes
And explaining where people belong
I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs
And talk through every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
And explaining where you’re going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
And feel free to sing along

And it goes like
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Well I hate pointless status updates on Facebook
FYI we were never ever meet
We pretend to be friends on the internet
When in real life, we have nothing to say
To each other, oh brother I have love for my mother
For good times, for music and my mates
Yeah I laugh, and live and I have love to give
But sometimes all you can do is hate

And it goes like
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Well I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas
They only eat pizza and chips
I hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your lungs are his
And I hate queuing up, for festival toilets
Especially when you need to shit
And I hate the X-Factor, for murdering music
You bunch of money-grubbing pricks

And it goes like
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teens
That makes ten-year-olds race to grow up
Hey kids, let’s all be anorexic or better
Eat chocolate until you throw up
Keep your Hollywood stars, and their stupid cars
And the Botox, that makes them look fucked
Just grow old with grace, have you seen Cher’s face
It looks like it’s been hit by a truck

And it goes like
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la