I don't have the time to sing this fucking song

Ain't got no ideas, can't go fucking wrong

Pressure building up, bullshit going down

At each other's throats, looking for the sound



[Chorus:]

Lack of motivation no one gives a damn

Try to move ahead, but I don't think I can

There will come a day when we will understand

There will come a day when we'll destroy the band



I cannot make sense of this

Can't understand what the hell it is

First we're up and then we're down

Wish we could decide, decide right now



[Spoken:]

Yo, what's your fucking problem man?

You're coming in here late every fucking night!

Bad attitude!

And you had your head up your ass for the last six weeks

You better reach around, and get it out of there real fast

Or we're giving you your walking papers

You know where the door is right buddy?

You can hit the road



Lack of motivation no one gives a damn

Try to move ahead, but I don't think I can

There will come a day when we will understand

There will come a day when we'll destroy the band