Clunk

Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk Clunk, clunk, clunk Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister You might need to rest up or pump that chest up Because that mental is fading, ego, you overplayed it You buster You just can't be trusted The drama, your mama must have really been disgusted But you got no clue Always screaming everybody 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 Dunkin' punks when bringing all the funk in Knowing you, man, you're probably not thinking Got you lip-syncing There it goes, flying Over their head, you'll be crying Lying in your death bed Now you're just a reject (reject) You point your finger at Micky D's Just to gain a little respect But you got no clue Always screaming everybody owes you Well, kid, I never did And never will It's gone too far Well, it's gone way too far, punk I never did It's gone too You need to drop that freakin' 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 like a clown in a forcefield See I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy Institution bound to be the only way that we can even solve this Had about as much as I can take So do yourself a favor You've built that for so long (won't you just do yourself a favor?) And I just wanna get it out (won't you just do yourself a favor?) And I just wanna get it out Clunk There's certainly some distortion in there (what?) Certainly some distortion in there I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that Um, the distortion feels, the sounds, like anguish or frustration Like trying to thread a needle with, with, thread And you, you keep trying Can you thread a needle with a piece of rope? And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened The kids were getting the guitars And they were trying so hard And they wanted to play like their favorite singer They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to Because even your face got red and And the expression on your face was that of Of sheer frustration, or anger, or just What do you feel when you play this distortion on there? Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is I'm venting my anger I'm letting it all out without any reservations or politeness, or, you know I'm no longer trying to please anyone I'm trying to please me, trying to get myself off That's, that's a form of honesty, isn't it? I suppose --- Clunk - Limp Bizkit