If I hadn’t made me
I would’ve been made somehow
If I hadn’t assembled myself
I’dve 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

If you let them make you
They’ll make you papier-mache
At a distance you’re strong
Until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away

If you let them fuck you
There will be no foreplay
But rest assured
They’ll screw you complete
Til’ your ass is blue and grey

You should 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’dve fallen apart by now
I won’t let em’ make me
It’s more than I can allow
So when I make me
I won’t be papier-mache
And if I fuck me
I’ll fuck me in my own way

You should make amends with you
If only for better health
But if you really want to live
Why not try and Make Yourself?

Make Yourself

Incubus

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