One Shot

(альбом: Esteem Driven Engine - 1996)

This is it,
My one shot at the big time.
I better make it count, stand up and be heard,
Cause I know, if the radio plays this song,
All the kids'll buy it
It may be a month from now, but I won't be cool anymore.

I've been doing this for the last twelve years,
Through all the times when no one cared.
Everybody wants a piece of me,sign on the dotted line,
Make what's theirs is mine.
It'll make you rich you'll see
And there's a million more just like me.

And I don't know what's cool anymore, who am I to say?
If you can't make that decision on your own
Then you're pretty fucking dumb anyway.

This generation, no motivation, instantaneous gratification,
Remote controls and MTV.
In a generation that hypnotized lulled by repetitious lies.
Spoon fed all of their corporate programming.

And I'm not a one hit wonder looking to get rich.
I'm not trying to sell out my songs.
I was here before they exploited our scene
I'll be here when they're dead and fucking
I don't know what's cool anymore and I don't care what's cool anymore
I don't know what's cool anymore and I don't think,that I ever cared!