Skank To This

Same people, same looks, same stares, same faces

Same buildings, same streets, same cars, same places

Same teachers, same bosses, same work, same shit

Same rules, same limits, same sky, that's it

I need to get away

My brain's clenched like a fist

I need to run, I need to shout

I want to skank, skank, skank to this

chorus:

Skank, skank to this...

The sky's falling down, inflation is a rising

Death and doom lie just on the horizon

Generation X is called a sour lot

Attention spans are short and, uh, I forgot

Shit mucks up our food, pollution clogs the air

There's too many people and no room to spare

But don't get scared, don't be pissed

Just skank, skank, skank to this

(chorus)

I think I want to see you bounce...

Bounce, bounce, bounce around

Everybody in the house be shaking the ground

Bounce, bounce, bounce around

The Jesters are here to get on down

Well there comes a time when you've got to say, "Fuck it"

I've got to go live or I'll kick the bucket

At times like these you need to unwind

And go chill out with some of your own kind

Hang with a rude boy, romance a rude girl

Paint the town red, yeah give it a big whirl

Get moving now, it's a chance you can't miss

Just skank, skank, skank to this