One Shot-Pulley

＂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 will buy it for maybe a month from now, And 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 f**king dumb anyway. This generation: no motivation, Instantaneous gratification, Remote controls, and mtv. And a generation that＇s hypnotized, Lulled by repititious lies, Spoon-fed all 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＇d exploited our scene; I＇ll be here when they＇re dead and f**king gone. 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.＂