Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk
Clunk, clunk, clunk

DJ Lethal

Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blista
You might need to rest up or pump that chest up
Because that mental is fading, ego you overplayed it
Hey buster, you just can’t be trusted
The drama, your mama must’ve really been disgusted
But you got no cluem always screaming everbody 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 been bringing all the funk in
Knowing you man you’re probably not thinking
Got you lip-syncin’
Lyrical’s flying
Over that head you’ll be crying
Lying in your death bed
Now you’re just a reject (reject)
You put your fate on Micky 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 boy
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
Just do yourself a, I really want you
Just do yourself a, I really want you
Just do yourself a, I really want you
Just do yourself a, I really want you
And I just wanna get it out
And I just wanna get it out
Just do yourself a, a favor

There’s certainly some distortion in there
What?
Certainly some distortion here
What?
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 to...
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