I don't have the time to sing this f**ing song
Ain't got no ideas, can't go f**ing wrong
Pressure building up, bullsh** going down
At each other's throats, looking for the sound
[Chorus:]
Lack of motivation no one gives a damn
Try to move ahead, but I don't think I can
There will come a day when we will understand
There will come a day when we'll destroy the band
I cannot make sense of this
Can't understand what the hell it is
First we're up and then we're down
Wish we could decide, decide right now
[Spoken:]
Yo, what's your f**ing problem man?
You're coming in here late every f**ing night!
Bad attitude!
And you had your head up your a** for the last six weeks
You better reach around, and get it out of there real fast
Or we're giving you your walking papers
You know where the door is right buddy?
You can hit the road
Lack of motivation no one gives a damn
Try to move ahead, but I don't think I can
There will come a day when we will understand
There will come a day when we'll destroy the band