One, two three, four Down in a hole there are so many ways To find yourself some light It' always the miracles keep waiting all you like Ain't got no
Why is everybody always pickin' on me? (Why is everybody always pickin' on me?) Does anybody really know a thing about me? (Does anybody really know a
Ladies and Gentlemen Introducing The chocolate starfish And the hot dog flavored water Bring it on Get the fuck up Yea Check one, two Listen up Listen
It's just one of those days When you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks You don't really know why? But you wanna justify, rippin
Check it out, its the outlaw white dog often called by my alias 'polar bear' brain tied like the S & M freak shit cold like the ice your servin up my
It might take too long to turn the lights back on I guess I lay awake, I guess I'll lay here and pray Could you pour me one more drink? A glass of gasoline
Looks like I'm 'a do everything myself Maybe I could use some help But hell, you want something done right You gotta do it yourself Maybe life is up
t do white music I make fight music For High School kids I put lives at risk When I drive like this {screech} With a slipped disk From a Limp Bizkit
Well I guess it would be nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has got a body like you But I've got to think twice Before I give my heart
Another one of those days Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past
They said They do critical things This is their concentration Forgetting the risk Opening curtains Is a common thing to do Untying shoelaces Fixing propellers
on Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Yea Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? You can't mess with Limp Bizkit Because
I'll in them clothes all the gray I'll stay if you go away Concrete, tall as the sky Movement passing me by And you blush, what a rush Reminisce, cold
Waking up aggravated Stupid sh-t man I hate it b-tches lyin' b-tches cryin' Suicidal get in line Gettin mine bouncin freaks Loosing sleep countin sheep
Good I'm convinced that you hate You hating me, you like You like to see me cry It's already a proven fact That you hate and you wait On me to die It
Bring it on Fame, you're claimin' Is the top of the world But this stage, I'm claimin' Is the top of the world And love, I'm feelin' When you people
This pain, this pain In my stomach, won't go away I assume, this is punishment From all the mistakes, I've made In a world, where my actions speak louder
mistakes It's okay 'cause it's all just the way it should be I break it Limp Bizkit's in the house you all Limp Bizkit's in the house you all Limp Bizkit