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 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!