I'm talking smack behind my back, yo
Talking smack behind my back
I'm talking smack behind my back, yo
Talking smack behind my back
I'm talking smack behind my back, yo
Talking smack behind my back
I'm talking smack behind my back, yo!

(Now tell me, where's the sense in that?)

I'm talking about myself behind my own back
Snapped my tether to my reputation
Elation abandoned in pursuit of the dull
I mull over my own actions, I judge,
Fudge the details, slur my name
Defame myself shamelessly
Honestly, I do! It's a habit
Rabbiting self-smack endlessly
Heresy against my person
Earthing my darkside in my own self critique
But at least in this, I ain't unique

We do enjoy self deprecation,
The nation does it as a pastime -
"It's fine!" you say, "that's Britishness!"
What's this? What utter bullshit
I spit on God-damn self-hatred
Naked despising of myself
Unhealthy negative thinking
Drinking to forget how great we are
Starving our souls of worth
Hurting our chances at any kind of well-being,
No, I cannot abide the shit that I'm seeing


'Cause you - yes, YOU - are a rockstar,
Not far from achieving excellence
Elegance is within your grasp
So ask yourself: are you really THAT crap?
Attack the lie that you suck,
Duck and dive, avoid the fire
That the liar is shooting at your sanity
And vanity is not what I'm seeking here
But I fear we're all so far from that,
Black from white, that much opposed
So just try and like yourself, I suppose...