Text: Zebrahead. Phoenix. Death by Disco.

We got licked, just a bit, right outside the show
The T stripped, then your manners flew right out the door
It's like this, who you keep texting on the phone?
It's like that, I'm not the only one with whoops to owe

It's automatic, don't you point your finger at me
It's so tragic, you should be a Kennedy
It's automatic, pulling me like gravity
You're putting me down, pulling me down six feet

Hate me, hate me
Tell me what thought would make you break me, break me
Go on and shatter me 'cause lately you run me into the ground

And you can hate me, hate me
Call it a victory but you'll see lately, not going easily
'Cause I'm not falling down and you won't get the best of me now

A fat lip, finger flip and an insult to go
The record skips, you got issues like a girl in porn
It's like this, you act crazy from tour to four
It's like that, I can't take all of the blame no more

It's automatic, don't you point your finger at me
It's so tragic, you should be a Kennedy
It's automatic, pulling me like gravity
You're putting me down, pulling me down six feet

Hate me, hate me
Tell me what thought would make you break me, break me
Go on and shatter me 'cause lately you run me into the ground

And you can hate me, hate me
Call it a victory but you'll see lately, not going easily
'Cause I'm not falling down and you won't get the best of me now

I didn't wanna get into another battle, hey, hey
I didn't wanna make the claws and bones rattle, hey, hey
I didn't wanna get into another battle, hey, hey
It's automatic how you throw it all away

So hate me now
You can't break me down
So just hate me now
You can't break me down

And you can hate me, hate me
Tell me what thought would make you break me, break me
Go on and shatter me 'cause lately you run me into the ground

And you can hate me, hate me
Call it a victory but you'll see lately, not going easily
'Cause I'm not falling down and you won't get the best of me now

It's automatic, hey, hey
It's so tragic, hey, hey
It's automatic