作曲 : Wes Borland & Fred Durst & Limp Bizkit & John Otto & Samuel Rivers
作词 : Durst, Limp Bizkit
Shut up!No way
I'm so sick of them deadlines
I understand why them maniacs hittin' them headlines
And even though 
I don't know ya
Through my lyrics 
I'll show ya, the sanity's over'
Cuz people say 
I'm bugged out, see while 
I'm in the field
You're in the dugout, my business, stay the **** out
All I know is that the beat goes on
And will be the same, till the day 
I'm goneNobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe 
I'll go eat worms
I'm so sick of the world now
It's all these people packing my identity
Now all the enemy's runnin' at the mouth again
Saddle up when you step into the south, my friend
You're the big one, you're the good one
I'm the bad one, that's so sad son'
Cuz I'm runnin' nowhere, you see the black sheep everywhere
You need to drop that guard, man, it ain't that hard
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe 
I'll go eat worms
Now what's the matter with this?
Someone's sure to find me
No exceptions for this
So many times 
I fall through
No one has ever warned me
Life seems so meaningless whenever it gets your inner strength
Oh, I'm such a piece of shit
Oh, you're so perfect, oh, you're so perfect
Oh, you're so much better than, so much better than me
You suckNobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe 
I'll go eat worms