I don't care what's happening

Across the room from me

I got a mind, I got some time

And a sense of creativity

You can kick and you can scream

You can plead your case

But don't go messin with a piece of my mind

Or you'll find this in your face

Feel it (burn)

You got a beat up car and a big guitar

And the fastest fingers I know

But you can't be proud cuz you can't play loud

And your monkey steals the show

Keep movin your fingers up and down

Now don't that feel real good?

You can rest your mind cuz you won't go blind

And you're doing the same thing that your monkey would

Feel it (burn)

Move it down, slowly now

She is waiting near

You'll go far with that guitar

At least that's what I think she wants to hear

I don't know what's happening

Across the world from me

We all get paid, we all get laid

And pay the price: brutality

Now you may sleep right through the night

Or maybe have some luck

But it seems to me there ain't nothing free

And there's gotta be more to life than a really good fuck

Feel it (burn)