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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 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! From Letras Mania