Limp Bizkit
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style. John Otto, take 'em to the Matthew's bridge. Can ya feel it? My g-g-generation, get up. My g-g-generation, are you ready?
Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk, take a look around. It's Limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town, we download in the shockwave. For all the ladies in the cave, to get your groove on, and maybe your the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest. Well, guess who's next. Generation x, generation strange. Sun don't even shine through a window pane.
So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me, and go ahead and talk shit. About my g-g-generation!
(Chorus)
We don't, don't give a fuck, and we wont ever give a fuck un, til you, you give a fuck about me and my generation.
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No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
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Alright partner
Keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is
Chocolate starfish
Keep on rollin' baby
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