Spite

Once upon a time I was a man ruled by hate

And the way of spite and anger was all I could relate

Such a simple existence, I was looking for a fight

No more than temporary happiness for six feet of spite

Now I'm never gonna live by peace and love

Cause I'm from New York City, where there fly no doves

I'm just tired of being tolerant, I'm still looking for a fight

I'll never change the way I am, even though I can

I'll always be six feet of spite