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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Wes Borland
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Songwriter
Fred Durst
Songwriter
John Otto
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Terry Date
Producer
Josh Abraham
Additional Producer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Ashley Stubbert
Assistant Engineer
Carl Nappa
Assistant Engineer
Darren Venditti
Engineer
Doug Trantow
Assistant Engineer
Dylan Vaughn
Additional Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Engineer
Fran Flannery
Assistant Engineer
Jaime Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Jesse Gorman
Assistant Engineer
Joe Barresi
Engineer
Kevin Guarnieri
Assistant Engineer
Matt Kingdom
Assistant Engineer
Pete Novak
Assistant Engineer
Scott Olson
Engineer
Scott Weiland
Additional Producer
Steve "Barney" Chase
Engineer
Steve Conover
Assistant Engineer
Ted Reiger
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Dave Dominguez
Assistant Engineer
Dominick Barbera
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
If only we could fly
Limp Bizkit style
John Otto, take 'em to the Mathews Bridge
Can you feel it, my g-g-generation
Get up, my g-g-generation
Are you ready?
[Verse 1]
Do you know where you are?
Welcome to the jungle, punk, take a look around
It's Limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town (Yeah)
We downloaded the shockwave, for all the ladies in the cave to get your groove on
And maybe I'm the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest
Well guess who's next? (Who?)
Generation X, generation strange (X, strange)
Sun don't even shine through our window pane
[PreChorus]
So, go ahead and talk shit
Talk shit about me
Go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation
[Chorus]
'Cause we don't, don't give a fuck and
We won't ever give a fuck, un-til you
You give a fuck about me
And my generation
[Verse 2]
Hey kid, take my advice
You don't want to step into a big pile of shit
Captain's drunk, your world is Titanic
Floating on the funk, so get your groove on
And maybe I am just a little fucked up
Life's just a little fucked up
Generation X, generation strange (X, strange)
Sun don't even shine through our window pane
[PreChorus]
So, go ahead and talk shit
Talk shit about me
Go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation
[Chorus]
'Cause we don't, don't give a fuck and
We won't ever give a fuck, un-til you
You give a fuck about me
And my generation
[Chorus]
We don't, don't give a fuck and
We won't ever give a fuck, un-til you
You give a fuck about me
And my generation
[Bridge]
Who gets the blame? (Who gets the blame?)
You get the blame
And I get the blame
Who gets the blame? (Who gets the blame?)
You get the blame
And I get the blame
[Bridge]
But do you think we can fly? (Away, away)
Do you think we can fly? (Away)
Do you think we can fly?
Well I do, I do, fly
[Bridge]
DJ Lethal, bring it on
Oh yeah, come on
[PreChorus]
So, go ahead and talk shit
Talk shit about me
And go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation
[Chorus]
'Cause we don't, don't give a fuck and
We won't ever give a fuck, un-til you
You give a fuck about me
And my generation
We don't, don't give a fuck and
We won't ever give a fuck, un-til you
You give a fuck about me
And my generation
Oh, yeah
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland