In primo piano
Suggerimenti
Crediti
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
Co-Producer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Ashley Stubbert
Assistant Engineer
Carl Nappa
Assistant Engineer
Darren Venditti
Engineer
David Domínguez
Assistant Engineer
Domenic Barbers
Editing 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
Co-Producer
Steve "Barney" Chase
Engineer
Steve Conover
Assistant Engineer
Ted Reiger
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Testi
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?
Do you know where you are?
Welcome to the jungle, punk
Take a look around
It's Limp Bizkit, f- 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
Sun don't even shine through our window pane
So go ahead and talk- (sh-sh-sh-sh)
Talk sh- about me
And go ahead and talk- (sh-sh-sh-sh)
About my g-g-generation
'Cause we don't, don't give a f-, and
We won't ever give a f-, until you
You give a f- about me
And my generation
Hey kid, take my advice
You don't want to step into a big pile of sh-
Captain's drunk, your world is Titanic
Floating on the funk, so get your groove on
And maybe I am just a little f- up
Life's just a little f- up
Generation X, generation strange
Sun don't even shine through our window pane
So go ahead and talk- (sh-sh-sh-sh)
Talk sh- about me
And go ahead and talk- (sh-sh-sh-sh)
About my g-g-generation
'Cause we don't, don't give a f-, and
We won't ever give a f-, until you
You give a f- about me
And my generation
We don't, don't give a f-, and
We won't ever give a f-, until you
You give a f- about me
And my generation
Who gets the blame? (Who gets the blame?)
You get the blame
And I get the blame (get the blame)
Who gets the blame? (Who gets the blame?)
You get the blame
And I get the blame (get the blame)
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)
I do (I do), fly!
DJ Lethal, bring it on!
Ohh, yeah, come on!
So go ahead and talk- (sh-sh-sh-sh)
Talk-, about me
And go ahead and talk- (sh-sh-sh-sh)
About my g-g-generation
'Cause we don't, don't give a f-, and
We won't ever give a f-, until you
You give a f- about me
And my generation
We don't, don't give a f-, and
We won't ever give a f-, until you
You give a f- about me
And my generation
Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Sam Rivers, William Frederick Durst, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant
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