Clunk

Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk
Clunk, clunk, clunk

Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister 
You might need to rest up or pump that chest up 
Because that mental is fading, ego, you overplayed it 
You buster 
You just can't be trusted 
The drama, your mama must have really been disgusted 
But you got no clue 
Always screaming everybody owes you 
Well, kid, I never did

And never will 
It's gone too far 
It's gone too far and it's on 
I never did 
Well, I never did, kid 
It's gone too far 

Dunkin' punks when bringing all the funk in 
Knowing you, man, you're probably not thinking 
Got you lip-syncing
There it goes, flying 
Over their head, you'll be crying 
Lying in your death bed 
Now you're just a reject (reject)
You point your finger at Micky D's
Just to gain a little respect 
But you got no clue 
Always screaming everybody owes you 
Well, kid, I never did

And never will 
It's gone too far 
Well, it's gone way too far, punk
I never did 
It's gone too

You need to drop that freakin' 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 like a clown in a forcefield 
See I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy 
Institution bound to be the only way that we can even solve this 
Had about as much as I can take 
So do yourself a favor

You've built that for so long (won't you just do yourself a favor?)
And I just wanna get it out (won't you just do yourself a favor?)
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 sounds, like anguish or frustration
Like trying to thread a needle with, with, thread
And you, you keep trying
Can you thread a needle with a piece of rope?
And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened
The kids were getting the guitars
And they were trying so hard
And 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 venting my anger
I'm letting it all out without any reservations or politeness, or, you know
I'm no longer trying to please anyone
I'm trying to please me, trying to get myself off
That's, that's a form of honesty, isn't it?
I suppose