Our music's really messed up.
Our name is Papa Roach.
With a base beat that's nifty.
Don't give a f--- if you don't buy my CD's.
This group's called Papa Roach.

Headbanging til' we start to bleed.
Getting our money is just what we need.
Feeding on our Ding-dongs, and singing bout' nothin'.
Didn't think we'd get to platinum.
Is our music dumb, or are we bright.
If we are to depressing then go to another mind.
Contemplating kind of rhymes.
But we're gabbin' about suicide.

Have I lost my brain.
Or lost my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.
Losin' the beat,
Is like losin my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.


I never realized you're to dumb to see.
That we're just like Limp Bizkit, and Korn, and Staind.
Feeding on the kid of our generation.
Generation X will rock our nation.
I never felt it when I lost my guitar.
I threw it to the crowd, and I think it went really far.
Then hit a kid upside the head.
Now I'm bein' sued for a bunch of my bread.

Have I lost my brain.
Or lost my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.
Losin' the beat,
Is like losin my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.
Can't find the time.
Don't know the time.
I talk about dying.
And crying.
And dying.
And lying.
And frying.

My
Name
Is
Jerry.
My
Name
Is Jerry.

Our music's really freaky.
We are called Papa Roach.
With guitar riffs and base beats.
Don't give a f--- if I run around screaming.
Have I lost my brain.
Or lost my mind.
Wish somebody right now
would tell me the darn time.
Losin' the beat and my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.

Have I lost my brain.
Or lost my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.
Losin' the beat,
Is like losin my mind.
Wish somebody would tell me the time.
Can't find the time.
Don't know the time.
I talk about dying.
And crying.
And dying.
And lying.
And frying.