Limp Bizkit

clunk -repeat x7

hey mister, elevate that mic into a blista
you might need to rest up or pump that chest up
because that mental is fading, ego you overplayed it
you're busted, you just can't be trusted
the drama, your mama must've really been disgusted

but you got no clue
always screaming everbody owes you
well kid I never did, and never will
it's gone too far
it's gone too far and it's on
I never did
well I never did kid
it's gone too far

fuckin punks been bringing all the funk in
knowing you man you're probably not thinking
got you lips sinking
there it goes flying
over that head you'll be crying
lying in your death bed
now you're just a reject
you bet'cha fate on Mc'y D's just to gain a little respect

but you got no clue
always screaming everbody owes you
well kid I never did
and never will
it's gone too far
well it's gone way to far punk
I never did
it's gone too far

you need to drop that feakin ego before you crash
before the headlights are simply glaring
in your eyes and you're goin down
what's the matter with the life that you're leadin
when you're bleedin everyone's thinking how much they hate you
it's not too late dude, just that time for you to zip up that grill
take a deep breath, look around, ain't nobody left
just a target, bullseye
still you walk around in a clown like a clown in a force field
see I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy
institution bound to be the only way that we can even slove this
had about as much as I can take
so do yourself a favor
just do yourself a, i really want you
and i just wanna get it out
just do yourself a, a favor

there's certainly some distortion in there
certianly some distortion here
makes you...
i can't hear you, i've got a distortion in my ear
a thought just came to me while watching you
and the guys play that. um, the distortion feels and sounds
like anguish or frustration. like trying to thread a needle with,
with thread, and you, you keep trying and...
you thread a needle, a needle with a piece of rope
and i wonder, i wonder if that's what happened when
kids were getting the guitars and they were trying
so hard and they wanted to play like their favorites
and they just couldn't bring it off so they just turned it up louder,
just... because even your face got red and, and the expression
on your face was that of, of sheer frustration. anger almost.
what do you feel when you play this distortion?
uhh, what i feel when i play distortion like that is...
uh, i'm thanking my... anger. i'm letting it all out without
any reservations of politeness or, or... i'm no longer trying
to please anyone. i'm trying to please me.
i'm trying to get myself off.
that's a form of honesty, isn't it?
i suppose