Some tell me I'm a king, a winner, a god It sounds cool but pity me I'm not Some hate me, spread lies, and disgust me I like to smash their faces but that's not me
Why do people hold me for a perfect guy Why do people hate me without knowing why
Everybody loves me everybody hates me
You talk too loud to get my trust One day your smile will be bust You look too phony to make me believe What is that you wanna achieve
Jealous cowards, jealous cowards!
Who are they who hold me for a fuckin' hero Who are they who love me less than zero
When after years of hard work my little band suddenly boomed, for a moment I seemed to get thousands of friend. Gradually I realized not only had I gained thousands of admirers but also thousands of haters (from jealousy or whatever). That's not always an easy thing to deal with.
