Lyrics:

clunk -repeat x7

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_ -repeat x5
and i just wanna get it out -repeat x2
_just do yourself a, a favor_

_there's certainly some distortion in there
_what?
_certianly 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