Looks like I'ma do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help
But hell, you want something done right
You gotta do it yourself
Maybe life is up and down
But my life's been what 'til now?
I crawled up your butt somehow
And that's when things got turned around

I used to be alive
And now I feel pathetic
And now I get it
What's done is done
You just leave it alone
And don't regret it
Sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down

Why'd I have to go and meet somebody like you? (Like you?)
Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (Like me?)
How could you do somebody like that? (Like that?)
Hope you know that I'm never coming back (never coming back)

Looks like I'ma do everything myself (everything myself)
And maybe I could use some help
But hell, if you want something done right
You just do it yourself (got it?)

Maybe life is up and down
But my life's been what 'til now? (Got it?)
I crawled up your butt somehow (got it?)
And that's when shit got turned around

I used to be alive
So pathetic
But now I get it
What's done is done
I know, you just leave it alone
And don't regret it
But sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down (you put your foot down)

Why'd I have to go and meet somebody like you? (Like you?)
Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (Like me?)
How could you do somebody like that?
Hope you know that I'm never coming back (that I'm never coming back)

Why'd I have to go and meet somebody like you? (Like you?)
Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (Like me?)
How could you do somebody like that?
Hope you know that I'm never coming back (that I'm never coming back)

Depending on you is done (is done)
Giving to you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living
It's all just more giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done)

Depending on you is done (is done)
And giving to you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living
It's all just more giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done)

The hiding from you is done (is done)
The lying from you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living
It's all just more giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done)

Why'd I have to go and meet somebody like you? (Like you?)
Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (Like me?)
How could you do somebody like that?
Hope you know that I'm never coming back (that I'm never coming back)

Why'd I have to go and meet somebody like you? (Like you?)
Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (Like me?)
How could you do somebody like that?
Hope you know that I'm never coming back (that I'm never coming back)

Why?
Why?

Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?

Why?
Why?

Ladies and gentlemen
What you are experiencing
Is in fact an interlude
I would like you to kick back
And think about everything you've just heard


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Boiler [Album Version] Lyrics as written by Leor Dimant John Everett Otto

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    Hm...I hate the Limp Bizkit because they can't write a good tune to save their life. And Fred Durst is just about the biggest asshole in existence.

    Reading these lyrics, it seems like just about your normal relationship trouble song, until he throws in the asinine lyric "I crawled up your butt somehow". The fact that people could think such a shitty piece of poetry could classify as "moving" or "emotional" is beyond me. The action of crawling up one's butt and turning shit around is not metaphoric in any way, shape, or form. It's not even funny in an "ironic" or "witty" sense. It's just goddamn stupid.

    Oh, but SORRY. I must be a loser who spends every waking hour online with no girlfriend and tons of acne to post about a band I don't like. I have to only post about the bands I DO like.

    I have two words to that: fuck you. Instead of trying to make the same goddamn insult everyone makes when their favorite band is being bashed, why don't you tell us why it's good. Tell us why it classifies as art. Because I'll tell you one thing: Fred Durst does not make art. He makes noise.

    tcaporaleon May 01, 2008   Link

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