Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk
DJ Lethal
Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister
You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up
Because that mental is fadin'
Ego, you over played it
Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted
Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted
But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you
Well kid, I never did
And never will
It's gone too far
It's gone too far, end it soon
I never did
Well I never did, kid
It's gone too far
Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin'
Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin'
Caught ya' lip-sincin'
Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin'
Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject)
Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect
But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you
Well kid, I never did
And never will
It's gone too far
Well it's gone way too far, boy
I never did
It's gone too far
You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash
Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down
What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'?
When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' 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 tha' target. Bullseye
Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield
See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy
Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this
I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor
It's been built up for so long
And I just wanna get it out!
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 sound. It's like anguish or frustration
Like trying to thread, a needle with. with... thread
And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee. a needle with a piece of wood?)
And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars
They were trying so hard, 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 faking that anger
Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness
I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off
That's a form of honosty, isn't it?
I suppose