Lyrics:

Hot damn, now that Duke got his man
Well, it's safe to say his mind is at ease
All told, he sold out the old
And smiled and said, 'The public agrees'
Think tank fatty laughed to the bank
A greedy motherfucker is he
No brains, yanking our chains
And makin' livin' shitty for me

Got a fistful of hate!
Got a fistful of hate!

Bring down the resident clown
While he's sittin' at the top of the Hill
Drunk swagger with an empty head
Some said, 'This imp is run-of-the-mill'
Can't stop a pig in the slop
You've got to try to do what you can
Raise hell, and I wish you well
I stand to reason, I'm just a man

With a fistful of hate!
With a fistful of hate!


Fistful of hate!
Fistful of hate!
Fistful of hate!
Fistful of hate!

Of hate!
Oh!