One Shot - Pulley

«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 will buy it for maybe a month from now

And 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

And a generation that’s hypnotized

Lulled by repititious lies

Spoon-fed all 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’d exploited our scene;

I’ll be here when they’re dead and fucking gone

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."