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Clawfinger: «Hate Yourself With Style» – 2005
1. The Faggot In You
Is it the faggot in you that’s doing the talking, why can’t you accept what you see Could it be you’re afraid that you’re not quite as straight as you’ve been making yourself out to be Cos’ you talk about it like it’s a disease In desperate need of a fast remedy You keep on telling us all how you feel so damn sorry For their pain and all their agony
The male that’s inside of you is rejecting the female inside of you, find the faggot in you
Tell me one thing why can’t you realize It’s not something a person can plan It’s not like you wake up and get out of bed And decide to fall in love with a man It’s either there or it’s not and there’s no right or wrong And there’s no big decision to make Cos’ we are what we are and we feel what we feel And that’s something you’ll just have to take
If you’re so certain that you can’t fall in love With a man then what is there to fear It could well be that the truth of the matter Is in fact that you’re actually queer
2. Hate Yourself With Style
Yes sir, no sir anything goes Change your looks and change your clothes Get in where you fit in play by the rules Masturbating with the fools
Taking no chances making safe bets Acting like a teachers pet Making your way but still not climbing You’re too worried about your timing
Shake those hands, fake that smile Kiss that ass & sit back & hate yourself with style
Photostat copycat imitator Faker traitor moneymaker You’re not a giver you’re just a taker Good for nothing impersonator
Yes sir, no sir anything goes Change your looks and change your clothes Get in where you fit in play by the rules Masturbating with the fools
Play the game, choose a side Learn to lose, sit back & hate yourself with style
3. Dirty Lies
I never said you had to like me, I never shoved shit down your throat But you still act like you’re above me, with all that heartless crap you wrote
You try to suffocate me, you try to violate me You try to fill me full with all your dirty lies You try to ridicule me, but I won’t let you fool me Cos’ you’re so pitiful and easy to despise
What have you done that might impress me, I can’t think of anything at all Don’t even want you to adress me, it’s not as if you make the calls
You compensate your lack of talent, talentlessly slagging what you hate How does it feel to kill a debutant, so you can put food on your plate?
I don’t know how to rate a failure, so I got nothing more to say And I’m so sick of your behaviour, so watch me when I walk away
You try to suffocate me, you try to violate me You try to fill me full with all your dirty lies You try to ridicule me, but I won’t let you fool me Cos’ you’re so pitiful and easy to despise
4. The Best & The Worst
18 years since I saw you the first time and I’m still here right next to you we’ve had our ups and our fair share of downs that we’ve both been through you know I’ve done wrong but I’ve tried to be strong and give in to you if that’s what it takes to make everything work out then that’s what I’ll do to get through to you
The best and the worst, the last and the first The love of my life is a blessing and curse
I don’t believe that there’s more to achieve in this love affair And I can’t just swallow my pride and pretend I’m prepaired to be there If you can’t trust me there’s no gaurentee that I won’t disappear I’m so sick of these mindgames, it’s time to confront all of our greatest fears & just be sincere.
Every word that I’ve said has been straight from my heart & ya know that’s true Every road that I’ve walked down somehow always leads me right back to you If push comes to shove and I’m forced to fight there’s nothing that I won’t do Come sunshine come rain, come pleasure come pain, half of me belongs to you And I depend on you
5. Breakout
Embrace the child in you don’t hesitate to let him shine It takes a laugh or two go with your heart and free your mind Don’t try to be adult it doesn’t lead to anywhere It’s no one elses fault your own emotions make you scared
Just face the fool in you and let that sucker slip on out Don’t try to play it cool that’s not what life should be about It only takes a smile and suddenly you’ve dropped your gaurd And made another friend it doesn’t have to be so hard
Breakout, embrace the child inside you Take off that mask and show your face Breakout and face the world around you Wake up and cut straight to the chase
You’re chasing waterfalls instead of racing up the stream Just make the most of life and live out all your wildest dreams Just let the fuckers out let go of everything you’ve got Instead of waasting time by being someone that you’re not
You’re place is here and now don’t let nobody grind you down You can’t be ridiculed don’t be afraid to be a clown Let go of all your pride and find your way down to the core A stuck up attitude turns you into a crashing bore
6. Right To Rape
What kind of world is this that we’re living in when a man accused guilty of rape Is still free’d from the charges miraculously if he confesses that he’s made a mistake
Is a woman supposed to just spread both her legs and let the sexual ritual proceed If she doesn’t say no do you have her permission to treat her any which way you please
Does the fact that she’s wasted somehow make it accepted That she can’t tell what’s right from what’s wrong Are the clothes that she’s wearing an obvious signal That the rape is allowed to go on
You take it for granted cos’ you’ve got the advantage It’s a logic that I find hard to follow It still doesn’t mean that the decision is yours And I find your excuse hard to swallow
He wins the game, & she get’s all the blame (you clear your name?) If a woman raped a man, would the verdict be the same
Tell me what were you thinking, if you even were When you forced her to go all the way Did you feel like a big man when you were on top of her Did you make that bitch pay
You’re not a man, you’re the scum of the earth You had the whole thing planned from the start & you’ve got the guts to say you feel like a victim there’s not a soft spot in your heart
you make it seem as if she should have seen it coming as if that was a valid excuse but whatever you say you still know what you’ve done and NOTHING justifies the abuse
7. What We’ve Got Is What You’re Getting
Like it, hate it, leave it, take it x4 What we’ve got is what you’re getting
We make a hit and then we run We shake your hand and pull a gun We break the charts and then break up We spill it out and fill the cup We close the door and let you in We’re guilty and we’re free from sin We’re in the game but out of luck But we don’t really give a fuck
8. Sick Of Myself
I make myself, so sick of myself x3 I hate myself
I’m stuck in a corner this is my own private casket Four walls around me I feel like a sitting target I can’t find the exit without asking for directions But I can’t find it in me, to ask you any questions I don’t like suggestions and I hate to take advice Cos’ that’s a sign of weakness, I can’t make that sacrifice The vice is that I’m selfish but I still need recognition I fear and loathe myself when I’m forced into submission
I make myself, so sick of myself x3 I hate myself
All the hate I hide in me is constantly misguiding me And all my mixed emotions slowly building up inside of me It’s like an evil guide in me is breaking down the pride in me I don’t know what’s right from wrong my feelings are dividing me
All the hate I hide in me Is building up inside of me And breaking down the pride in me It’s like something has died in me
9. Hypocrite
It’s funny how my title puts me in a position Where I’m allowed to say I represent the opposition Like I’m on a mission to overthrow the government As if my ambition was to try and seem intelligent I’m not even competent enough to win an argument Or ignorant enough to be a little disobedient But I still believe that what I say can make a difference The problem is I can’t hear what I’m saing from a distance
No matter what I say, no matter what I do No matter what I think, I’m not as good as you
I’m such a hypocrite, I’m so full of it I’m such a hypocrite, I need another hit
10. Without A Case
Why do I pay you to insult me and make me feel like shit I can’t believe I’ve worked this hard to let you benefit For every slice that I get, you get two slices more You’ve become my pimp and I’ve become your little whore It goes around in circles, the torture never stops You get all the earnings and all I get is props
Wipe that smile from off your face You’re in court without a case, and you’ll get nothing
I do all the dirty work and you make all your plans You pull my strings and I play right into your hands What’s wrong with this picture, someone’s playing tricks How come I always end up with the short end of the stick It really makes me question why I go with your advice You make me hate the job that used to be my life
I end up giving more, but still recieving less I do all the cleaning up and you make all the mess Your enemies are useless if you don’t have any friends And all your great connections are just people you offend I’m sick of being assfucked, god knowws how much you owe You took more than what was yours but you can’t steal my show
11. God Is Dead
There’s no god for you to worship, no master to obey There’s not a soul that you can blame for all the stupid things you say There’s nowhere you can turn yo, no words to justify Cos’ no currency is valid for the faith you want to buy No more excuses, no need for blind belief There’s no one to accuse to break yourself a bigger piece No books to follow, no quotes to twist around There’ll be no more bending over just to reach for higher ground
GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD GOD IS DEAD, HE’S JUST A GHOST UNDER YOUR BED
There’s no need for false confessions, no more feeling guilt No powerlords to kneel before, no crosses being built There are no rules for you too live by, no other cheek to turn Stop begging for forgiveness, there’s no lesson you must learn No future conflicts no opinions that collide There’s not a trace of blood on your hands you don’t have to choose a side No pointless killing and no more feeling shame No sacrifices being made in someone elses name
It’s all make believe it’s all conceived in your own dreams You’re painting pictures of imaginary scenes It seems like you’re looking for some kind of confirmation But you’re in desperate need of a different revelation
