Limp Bizkit started late,
Crowd started to boo.

Limp Bizkit came on,
They played the hits.
(with a cheeky old one)

Fred Durst says a lot of shit.
No one listens.

Writing new album.
No one cares.

Still an amazing show,
Lots and lots of fun.

Girls invaded the stage for Rollin’ at the end,
Meaning in the pit with a bunch of shirtless men with tribal tattoos,
They’re from Romford.

Next time don’t be late,
Even if it was for Wes Bowland impressive dress up
We prefer more songs.

I will cut the chord to what really matters most,
and as you learn these words, you should instead
chase your own.

is this what you want?
is this what i want?
is this what we want?

I’ll blackout and forget everything
start again
see the shapes
and fit the holes

I’ll learn the perfect language
I’ll be the perfect son
I will try to make you happy
I’ll be the miserable one

Is that a life you want me to lead?
Will you be proud of what i’ll become?

I’ll live in your footsteps
I’ll trade in all my hope
I’ll take all of your advice

I’ll become the living ghost