If I hadn't made me
I would have been made somehowIf I hadn't assembled myself
I'd have fallen apart by nowIf I hadn't made me
I'd be more inclined to bowPowers that would be have swallowed me up
But that's more than I can allowIf you let them make you
They'll make you papier-mâché
At a distance you're strong
Until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow awayIf you let them fuck you
There will be no foreplay
But rest-assured
They'll screw you complete
?Til your ass is blue and grayYou should only make amends with you
If only for better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try and make yourself?If I hadn't made me
I'd have fallen apart by nowI won't let ?em make me
It's more than I can allowSo when I make me
I won't be papier-mâché
And if I fuck me
I'll fuck me in my own wayYou should only make amends with you
If only for better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try and make yourself?
Songwriters
BOYD, BRANDON CHARLES/EINZIGER, MICHAEL AARON / KATUNICH, ALEX/PASILLAS, JOSE ANTHONY IIPublished by
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