Self-Centered Songtext
von Muerte Buena

How in the world are we not the same
Me and you both bleed red
So are we not the same
On this ball of fucking rock
Of rock


You′re just like me
You're just like me
You′re just like me
You're just like me and everybody else

I hate the things that you do
It makes me feel less than you
What gives you the right to fuck up
My fucking state of mind
Of mind

You're just like me
You′re just like me
You′re just like me
You're just like me and everybody else