What's Wrong With You - Bratmobile


Don't feel sorry for you in the suburbs
I don't believe you were raised that way
Life's too short to go cowering through it
I don't believe in your moderate ways

Cry all the time but you're just boring
Try to be normal, but what can you do?
Give me a hand just to wash the other
The past you made is much bigger
than you

Baby, I don't hate men
Just all the things they do
Baby, I don't hate men
Maybe I just hate you

One, two
What's wrong with you?

Where did you get your sense
of entitlement?
Cower in my presence and feel my rage
Don't cop a smile for
so much pompous
I should've known you would
turn out that way

Don't try to be my friend or rival
I've got to this one for the final time
Ladies like me got to make
it for survival
So many cowards and so little time

Baby, I don't hate men
Just all the things they do
Baby, I don't hate men
Maybe I just hate you

One, two
What's wrong with you?

What if [something] farm
It's girls like you who are always torn
Between [something] pictures
and one of the boy toys
Give them what they want
but I want more

Come on get together girls
and do something 'cause
Hating your body starts something to do
Searching for friends and
I'm thirsting for something
Stop it for love and I'm hungry for you

One, two
What's wrong with you?
Baby, what's wrong with you?