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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 From Letras Mania