If I hadn't made me
I would've been made somehow
If I hadn't assembled myself
I'd have fallen apart by now
If I hadn't made me
I'd be more inclined to bow
Powers that be would have swallowed me up
But that's more than I can allow, boy
If you let them make you
They'll make you paper-mâché
At a distance you're strong until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away
If you let them f*ck you
There will be no foreplay
Rest assured, they'll screw you complete
Till your ass is blue and gray
You should make amends with you
If only for better health, better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try and make yourself?
Make yourself, make yourself
If I hadn't made me
I'd have fallen apart by now
I won't let them make me
It's more than I can allow
So when I make me
I won't be paper mâché
And if I f*ck me
I'll f*ck me in my own way
f*ck me in my own way
f*ck me in my own way
f*ck me in my own way
f*ck me in my own way
You should make amends with you
If only for better health, better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try and make yourself?
Make yourself, make yourself
Make yourself, make yourself