Come on!

Save some for me, it's what I like.
I wanna play, you know it's time.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.

Come on!
It's on!

Now see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.

Once I cave in, what can I fight?
I can never win, my self I don't like,
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.

Come on!
It's on!

You see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.

This time. This... time.
For me, inside. Put me inside.
Hold me, this time. Put me inside.

Come on!
It's on!

"'It's On' is my shit peer pressure song. Me being so stressed out going out and partying. Everybody's just going 'Come on dude, it's on.' That's partying, it's alcohol, cocaine, women. All that wrapped into one. I wrote a song about it. And the chorus I talked about Why am I really doing this? It's all my fault that I'm doing this because all the alcohol, the booze an the chicks do is just make it worse. They just rearrange all the problems in a different order that I can deal with at that moment." - Jonathan Davis