"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 fucking 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 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."