KoRn

Self-titled

Ball Tongue

There you are alone

With no hope of ever having something to be proud of

Something earned without begging

Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me

Who do you think you are? What more do you want from me?!

Ball Tongue!

You got the dykes off, I think they'll mind me

The rag I'm on, we are justified

Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit

What have you done for me?!

Why are you at home buried in your own self pity?

Why do you insist on living the lifeling clean out of me?

Yes, I know you're the person, the person that took down me

Does it give you the right to inspect your life from balls around me?!

You have come to take from your buddy

You have nev

I'm not going to give in

How can you fuck'n doubt me, but not again

They've driven right by my friends

They've taken the take above me

They're a psychopath

They've come to enslave me

They've jacken themselves onto me

Your fuck'n gangster signs!

They've come not to save them, but they take

Fuck'n death to fuck'n me

You're psychopaths (repeated)

Berome's dead at the tecnodrome

You're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it?

It doesn't of the rhythm of the damn monger

Can I die?! Can I die?!

And then, the man kept kick'n me

He gets him on, they're cool

He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on the head

No more, he's rid of you. You're a Dyke!