WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR! Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels. Victorious, victorious, kneel. For brand new spankin' deals. Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers. You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth. la la la la la la la la la, Everybodys going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
kneeling roses disappearing, into Moses dry mouth, breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the table cloth. La la la la la la la la la, Everybodys going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybodys going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Blast off, its Party time, And we all live in a fascist nation, Blast off , its party time, And where the fuck are you? .. Yeah Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you?
Why dont presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why dont presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? [X4]
Kneeling roses disappearing, into Moses dry mouth, breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions, Hangars sitting dripped in oil, Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion, Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth. la la la la la la la la la, Everybodys going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine. Everybodys going to the party have a real good time. Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Where the fuck are you! Where the fuck are you!
Why dont presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why dont presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? [X3] Why, do, they always send the poor [X3] They only send the poor [x2]
Keep holding on When my brain's tickin' like a bomb Guess the black thoughts have come Again to get me Sweet bitter words Unlike nothing I have heard Sing along mocking bird You don't affect me
That's right Deliverance of my heart Be straight Be deliberate
[Chorus] Wait I'm coming undone Unlaced I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong So delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong So delicate
Choke choke again I find my demons were my friends Getting me in the end They're out to get me Since I was young I've tasted sorrow on my tongue And this sweet chugga gun Does not protect me
That's right Trigger between my eyes Please strike Make it quick now
[Chorus]
I'm trying to hold it together Head is lighter than a feather Looks like I'm not getting better Not getting better
[Chorus]
Re: yeah
korn feat. fred durst
Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit?
Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi...
Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.
Jon: Whatever nigga...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon:Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tootin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe Funkdoobiest is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
CHORUS: Jon: So you hate me? Fred: and I hate you! Jon: You know what, you know what? Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you! Fred: and you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what? Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut.
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?
All in the Family (2)
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon:Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tootin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe Funkdoobiest is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
CHORUS: Jon: So you hate me? Fred: and I hate you! Jon: You know what, you know what? Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you! Fred: and you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what? Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut.
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?
Re: yeah
korn-another brick in the wall
[Part 1] Daddy's flown across the ocean Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me? All in all it was just a brick in the wall All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
[Part 2] We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, Teachers, leave those kids alone
All in all its just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, Teachers, leave those kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall [Guitar]
[Part 3] I don't need no arms around me I don't need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No, don't think I need anything at all All in all it was all just bricks in the wall All in all you were all just bricks in the wall
[Goodbye Cruel World] Goodbye, cruel world I'm leaving you today Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, all you people There's nothing you can say To make me change my mind Goodbye
Re: yeah
korn-alive
I cannot ever find a way to throw these darkened thoughts away Need A place to hide It's thrown in my face everyday, 'cause thats the price I have to pay for what's inside my mind
Alive x 8
I am alive I will never run away Places inside My heart screams inside with pride Once I cried Now I wipe away the tears Once I died Now I'm alive
Alive x 8
Little things sting me everyday Cause the pain, is how I like to play Better not cross that line Voices in my head I didn't see It's something I can't throw away What's inside my mind
I am alive I will never run away Places inside My heart screams inside with pride Once I cried Now I wipe away the tears Once I died Now I'm alive
I find my time I'm intertwine I'm falling in this place I thought I left behind (x2)
(Feeling so alive) I find my time I'm intertwine I'm falling in this place I thought I left behind (x2)
Alive x 4
I am alive I will never run away Places inside My heart screams inside with pride Once I cried Now I wipe away the tears Once I died Now I'm alive
Re: yeah
korn-falling away from me
Hey I'm feeling tired My time is gone today You flirt with suicide Sometimes that's ok Hear what others say I'm here standing hollow Falling away from me Falling away from me Day is here fading That's when I would say I flirt with suicide Sometimes kill the pain I can always say 'It's gonna be better tomorrow' Falling away from me Falling away from me
Beating me down Beating me beating me Down, down Into the ground Screaming some sound Beating me, beating me Down, down Into the ground
(falling away from me) It's spinning round and round (falling away from me) It's lost and can't be found (falling away from me) It's spinning round and round (falling away from me) So down
Beating me down Beating me, beating me Down, down Into the ground Screaming some sound Beating me, beating me Down, down Into the ground
Pressing me, they won't go away So I pray, go away
It's falling away from me (fight) Beating me down Beating me, beating me Down, down Into the ground Screaming some sound Beating me, beating me Down, down Into the ground
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