Break stuff

It's just one of those days
Where ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is fuxed, everybody suxs.
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact
And if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother *****er!
It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said bullshit
I think you better quit lettin' shjit sllip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bullshit
I think you better quit talkin' that shjit

Bandleden
Fred Durst - zanger
Sam Rivers - basgitarist
Wes Borland - gitarist
John Otto - drummer
Leor Dimant - DJ

Should I be feelin' bad?
Should I be feelin' good?
It's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
But I'm a ***** like I said
*****ed up in the head, not!
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
But my heart will ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your asj raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break your fuxin' face tonite

Give me something to break
Just give me something to break
How 'bout your fuxin' face?

I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, what?
I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, a mutherfuxin' chainsaw, what?
So come and get it

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your

Nookie

I came into the world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
That are pullin on my past
Burnin on my brain
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
My girlie went ran with my pay
When fellas came to play
Now she's stuck with my homies that she *****ed
And I'm just a ***** with a lump in my throat
Like a chump, hey

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know's how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

Limp Bizkit werd gevormd in Florida in 1994 door vocalist Fred Durst en zijn vriend Sam Rivers. De neef van Sam, John Otto trad spoedig bij om op de trommels te slaan, gitarist Wes Borland en DJ Lethal voltooide de band.

Behind blue eyes

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

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Cant show through