Strangle me to hell I'm lying face down on the hot concrete Wondering how long its going to take To make a man out of me I lost my love I lost my mind 23 just wasn't meant to be Running out of nice things to say I'd rather be fucked than be myself Say what you gotta say Spit it out, put me in my place Throw myself into the ground Take me to the country and put me down Won't ever come to the end of the night Tomorrow's a drag forget about day light Do what I can to forget who I am I'd rather be fucked than be myself Talking to me like you're my best friend It makes more sense when I pretend Saw you on the street just the other day Acting like you didn't recognize my face Regretting the words as they come out of my mouth People saying that I'm never going to figure it out When the sun goes down I'm somebody else Raspberries? In fact I'll help myself!