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Viewing Lyrics for Clunk:
| | | Artist: | Bizkit Limp |
| | Album: | Three Dollar Bill, Yall | | Track: | Clunk | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 244 | | | | Lyrics: | Clunk [7x]
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?
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