“Clunk” is the eighth song on Limp Bizkit’s debut studio album Three Dollar Bill, Y'all$.

The song’s lyrics are about a pathetic alcoholic who roams the streets. Frontman Fred Durst describes his messed-up… Read More [Intro]

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

Clunk!

(J, get it)

[Verse 1]

Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister

You might need to rest up or pump that chest up

Because that mental is faded, ego you overplayed it

You buster, you just can't be trusted

The drama, your mama must've really been disgusted

But you got no clue always screaming everybody owes you

Well kid, I never did

[Chorus]

(And never will)

(it's gone too far)

It's gone too far and it's on!

(I never did)

Well, i never did kid!

(It's gone too far)

[Verse 2]

Drunken punk's been bringing all the funk in

Knowing you man, you're probably not thinking

Got you lip-syncing, lyric goes flying

Over that head, you'll be crying!

Lyin' in your deathbed, now you're just a reject (reject)

You point your finger at MC'y D just to gain a little respect

But you've got no clue, always screaming everybody owes you

Well, kid I never did

[Chorus]

(And never will)

(It's gone too far)

Well it's gone way too far punk!

(I never did)

(It's gone too far!)

[Bridge]

You need to drop that freaking ego before you crash

Before the headlights are simply glaring in your eyes and you're going down

What's the matter with the life that you're leading?

When you're bleeding, everyone's thinking how much they hate you

It's not too late dude, just that time for you to zip up that grill (Just do yourself a favor, won't you?)

Take a deep breath and look around, there ain't nobody left you're just a target, bullseye

And still you walk around like a clown in a force field (Just do yourself, a, a favor, won't you?)

See I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy

Institution bound to be the only way that we can even solve this (Just do yourself a favor, won't you?)

Had about as much as I can take so do yourself a favor

You've built that for so long

(Just do yourself a, a favor won't you?)

And I just wanna get it out

I just wanna get it out!

(Do yourself a favor)

(Clunk!)

(J, get it)

[Outro]

There's certainly some distortion in there. (What?)

Certainly some distortion in there

I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear

A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that

Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration

Like trying to thread, a needle with... with... thread

And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee... a needle with a piece of rope?)

And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars

They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer

They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to...

Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of sheer frustration, or anger, or just...

What do you feel when you play this distortion on there?

Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm venting my... anger

Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politeness

I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off

That's a form of honesty, isn't it?

I suppose

It's.. It's.. It's.. It's.. It's....