Lyrics and the stories behind them from the new kick-ass KoRn album Follow The Leader.
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It's On
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!
One of the best titles I've heard ever for a song. That's my song against the music industry. Like me feeling like I'm fuckin' a pimp, a prostitute. Like I'm paraded around. I'm this freak paraded around but I got corporate America fuckin' making all the money while it's taking a part of me. It's like they stole something from me, they stole my innocence and I'm not calm anymore. I worry constantly.
Freak On A Leash
Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
I cheat, but for me to lie
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free
Chorus
Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema
GO!
So...fight! something on the...
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the...
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the...
Fight...some things they fight
Chorus
Part of me... Oh...
That's a song baggin' on myself. How everything's always handed to
me. How I look up to God and don't want this anymore. Like I want something more out of life than all this. And I've got everything I really need but I sometimes don't like. I don't know how to explain it. I have to let it sit through the songs more to actually get into what I write. I truly know, really, the meanings of the songs almost. That's what I'm getting out of it right now.
Got The Life
Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kick off the front
floor.
Mine? Something, inside.
I'll never ever follow.
So give.. me.. some.. thing.. that.. is.. for.. real.
I'll never ever follow.
Get your boogie on...
Hate, something, someway, each day, dealing with no forgiveness.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give.. me.. noth.. ing.. just.. feel.
And now this shit will follow.
God thanks me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God thanks me, the more I see the life, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something they took from me.
I don't feel your deathly ways.
Each day i feel so hollow, inside I was beating me,
You will never see, so come dance with me.
Dance with me
Rumbiddieboo
Rum bum dee dum dee bum diddie doo
ME!
God thanks me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God thanks me, the more I see the life, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
Got the life.
Got... the... life.
That was the song about my parents trying to keep me out of the music business. My father was in it and he knew how it was and I totally understand now that I have a son. I want Nathan to be a musician but I him don't want him to go through the hell I went through. That's the same thing my Dad was doing. A lot of people can relate to it, because it's like the Dad's wanting their songs to be football players and their sons want to be doctors or something. That peer pressure its like trying to make them something they're really not. And the Dead Bodies thing is like so I did it and all I got out of it wasb dead bodies everywhere and got all traumatized. Thanks a lot Dad, Mom.
Dead Bodies Everywhere
Come on, step inside, and you will realize.
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
What's your vision? You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't lose it... lie.
Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
Never had the chief, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.
Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
I sing my words, I thought that didn't,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Dead bodies everywhere!
That's the song that Ice Cube is on Cube came up with the title. I fed off of what he wrote, he was talking about growing up and puberty. Dictating what he can do, like how you gonna tell me how to live and who to fuck? And all this stuff. And I took that and in my stuff I was talking about being a kid always known as the fuckin' town faggot. It's funny how things change. That some of these people picked on me and all of a sudden look who's laughing now. Also in another of the verse I talked about all these parents fuckin hating me for what I do, saying I'm corrupting their children, but in turn these parents need to step outside of themselves and really listen to what I'm talking about. Then I think they can understand that they were kids before. They're just really quick to judge me. All the Children of The Korn are all our KoRn fans. All those kids going through that shit and feeling what I feel.
Children of the Korn
Ice Cube:
Attention all parents!
Report to your local therapist!
Report to your local church!
Report to your loacl police department!
It's goin' down!
Jonathan:
Carry into my son's eyes.
Reveals alone
I felt her in the day.
Ice Cube:
Insanity.
Jonathan:
It was all about the pussy, if you can get it.
A little girl like me never fucking liked it.
Ice Cube:
We ain't takin' no mo'! Go!
Jonathan:
So sing me, I, I, I
Ice Cube:
I'm not fuckin around
Stop fucking with me
Jonathan:
And the children are born.
Your feeling through me, I, I, I
You're the children of the Korn.
Ice Cube:
Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a double pump,
Bring your boys turn up at a party with you doubled up.
Double ridie, double party, hardcore, teenage, fuckin' bitches major.
Catch me if you can, fuck the law with my dick in my hand,
We're comin' strong.
Generation triple X, we're all about the weed smoke and the kinky sex.
Jonathan:
So sing me, I, I, I
Cube:
I'm not fuckin around
Stop fucking with me
Jonathan:
And the children are born.
Your feeling through me, I, I, I
We're the children of the Korn.
Cos a bag of my life
Then I got it, so far.
It's open day like me. Insanity
Go figure, what's a fag?
Now a player
babtised and born,
and the Children of the Korn.
Ice Cube:
Children of the Korn!
I'm the first born!
Fuck authority! Hit your ass in the head with my 40.
You girls see more of me, after school, you better run to your 'pa.
Class clown, I already know I'm a star.
Your Children of the Korn was born, from your porn and twisted ass
ways,
now you look amazed.
I'm sitting in a daze, in a purple haze.
You better check my pulse, 'cause nothin' seems to faze.
Bitch!
Nothin' seems to faze.
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn.
Nothin' seems to faze.
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn.
Jonathan:
Look and see, I feel the parents hating me.
Ice Cube:
Hurt me. You hurt me.
Jonathan:
Why don't you step outside and feel me?
Ice Cube:
Feel me! Feel me! Feel me!
How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to date,
how to fuck, how to kiss, who to love, who to diss,
how to live. What it is, somethin' gotta give.
Parents or the kids, it won't be the kids.
What? It won't be the kids.
We're talking shit, 'cause life is a 'biz.
You know it is. Everybody tryin' to get rich. God damn!
All I wanna do is live. All I wanna do is live.
Jonathan:
All I wanna do is live!
Ice Cube:
All I wanna do is live.
Jonathan:
All... I... want... to... do...
All... I... want... to... do...
All... I... want... to... do... is live.
Ice Cube:
Insanity.
Stop fuckin' with me.
Insanity.
Ice Cube:
Stop... fuckin'... with... me.
BITCH!
Big black cock! That's what I call a jack and coke. Those little glasses they serve in Europe and everything. That's what I named it, big black cock. And that's another song about me dealing with the pressures of this album and how I, you know, I'm trying to kill myself, but you know? Do I really want to kill myself? Things I'm just questioning myself. Most of this is self-structured.
B.B.K.
So you've seen I've gotten this far.
Please give me some place to worry.
I'm not trying to go there, so take me away.
Life sometimes pisses me off.
It's never a good trip for me
Every time I reach for love, it's taken away.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
There's nothing wrong wanting to be loved.
Is there something wrong with me?
Once in my life I'd like to be really set free.
Let me be me.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
Take me away.
Taken away.
Take me away.
Taken... away.
Something I get, I got to get home
Run, run, run, run, run, run running home
Where is my home...
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
It's a story about this little girl that came into the coroner's office when I was working there and she was fucked by her dad. She was an 11 month old little baby girl. Her legs were broken back behind her and he just fucked her like a toy doll and chucked her in the bathroom. It was the most heinous thing I've ever seen in my life and I still have nightmares about it.
Pretty
So... so love.
Wait, but I don't realize.
Somehow, why lay?
Broke, the pain between the eye.
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Skin... so cold.
Could, could someone steal a life?
Save... the blame.
Wait, I got some shit to say.
I see your pretty face, smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for?
RAPE! Something...
NOW! Rips my...
HEART! And takes...
MY! Soul I...
WAIT! Too late...
NOW! I feel...
RAPED! Inside...
DEATH! My soul away....
Away....
I see your pretty face,
smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for...
Fred was there after Korn TV and we said, 'Let's do a song together, Hey, man, let's go back and forth and rip on each other like an old school battle.' I don't know who's idea it was, I can't remember if it was mine or Fieldy's or Fred's but we came up with the idea and we started writing and we worked on it together. I came up with some bags on myself for Fred to say. It was all in good natured fun.
All in the Family
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: I'll 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 tweetin' 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 funk
joke 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.
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'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?
This one is about the whole band and about all my life being called a
homosexual. And then I became this big rock star in a band and I'm
still
called a fag even by my own band. So it's like I was fuckin' pissed
off at
them. It's like erase them all because I'm gonna reclaim my place and
say
hey, they owe a lot to me for what I did, and I owe a lot to them
back.
But,
it still kinda sucks. I've never ever gotten away from that fag
fuckin'
title.
Just because I'm a sensitive kinda guy. Kinda feminine it really
sucks.
Reclaim my Place
What the fuck?!
I'm so dumb, therefore I can't relate.
I'm so dumb, there is nothing to hate.
Really is it me, or is it fate?
Give me peace, or at least for fuck's sake.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
In the past I was known as a freak.
Had no friends, picked on 'cause I was weak.
Save my ass, I got into this band,
Never thought the band would pick on the man.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
Reclaim my place...
Say it to my face.
So I look around at all these stupid little faces.
Something I can never slap, but I embrace.
You'll never ever see, you'll never ever be,
You want to fuck around? Then come on, fuck with me.
You think you can't relate?
You'll never ever find.
You think you feel my hate?
Look at me and you will find
My fate you always raped?
I will always be the son.
You want to fuck with me?
Come on, fucking play!
You can feel it now or be stoned!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, bow down!
Bow down!
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
What the fuck?! So... What the fuck?!
Justin, that was the kid dying terminally with intestinal cancer. His last dying wish was to meet us and it really freaked me out. That threw a whole bunch of new kind of pressures on my head. That's really intense. Someone's gonna die and his last thing he wants to do is come hang out with us. So I truly just freaked out. It's like why would you want to meet me? What makes me so special? And in turn I talk about how I admire his strength and his life. I couldn't stare at him because he was so content he was gonna die. No one could look him in the eyes. And I totally admire his strength. I wish I had it.
Justin
Fuck all that bullshit!
You watch me play.
I look away.
Your lights turn bright.
You found the light.
Take, up in space. You and I.
Take, up in space. You and I.
You're gonna die!
What made me whine?
I wish I hadn't drank.
Inside your soul escapes.
Take, up in space. You and I.
Take, up in space. You and I.
Cry, into me.
Hold me... something... alright...
The kids that die listening to me.
You are alive!
Take, up in space. You and I stay....
Take, up in space. You and I.
Take, up in space. You and I.
I...
Seed. That's all about the same thing again. I, laying in bed in my hotel room, thinking about do I really need all this stuff? All this pressure on me? Because I'm a stressed out freak. It's about Nathan, it's about every time that I look into his eyes, I see myself how I used to be, innocent and stress free. I'm kind of jealous of it. It really sucks, I used to be that way. It's like I have to work so hard at this thing in my life. I have to become a stressed out freak. I put food on the table for my child. Every time I look in his eyes, I just see myself staring right back at my ass laughing. I was like care free, innocent as a child. It's really weird and I'm really jealous of it.
Seed
Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away.
I remember there's a certain place, a place I wish I'd stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured, I'm headed for that day.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called fame.
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
I feel the rattle...
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
I feel the rattle...
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak!
That's a love song. It's about women in general, women who hurt me. It's Tre's lyrics. He's going on about chicks and my chorus is like I'm so scared to love anyone and really let them in after I got hurt really really bad by a girl. I've let Renee in a little bit, to be honest, but I'll never be that in love ever again. That's what I'm saying, if you've loved twice, you're gonna get fucked, 'cause you usually do.
Cameltosis
Tre:
Yeah.
I should have known it from the start what I was in for.
She break a tin full,
she copied, we exchanged some info.
Called her on the tele, conversations were simple,
ain't playin' games, my game, retain the tempo.
And things, no shame, two sparks turned into flames,
Nimpho's in the park, just dancin' in the rain.
Hook me with this fix, and look to drain my aim,
Some never retain what wouldn't suck from your veins.
Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me?
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Tre:
Rest us, rest us from the pain, if I ask.
Ashamed cos a game keep playin' me wrong.
Promise not to ever sing a damn 'nother song,
Until I realize who the fuck I am.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me?
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Tre:
Ahh yeah.
She's the epitomy of sweet misery,
The sweeter the stroke, the deeper the pain given.
There's an angel, angle sex-driven.
Dangerous sex kitten, warm as a mitten.
Fittin' like a glove, with abstract relations,
Testin' all my patience, push comes to shove.
Emotional masturbation, fuckin' with my love,
Fuckin' with my life, fuckin' all the above.
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Renee always wanted me to write her a love song and that's why I called it My Gift To You. It's my gift to her, you know how I get sick. I always had a fantasy of fucking her and choking her to death. I fantasize about what it would look like me in her body and watching me do it. So it's like a really sick fucked up song. I did it totally like, I love her so much, I want to take her out of this world. It's really strange. She used to leave notes on my pillow like 25 ways she'd like to kill me. She's got this weird death fetish. We're kinda fuckin' freaky. She got it. She's all 'Thank you that's kinda fucked up. I was expecting a fuckin' I love you, baby kinda song.' I'm all, 'No, you know me.' I mean I can't do that.
My Gift to You
Laying by my preciousNot long ago
Hiding behind the shadows
Of your broken soul
Why is it always you and something you can never have?
Why did you you try to tell me?
How could you be this way
Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain
There you are my precious
With your broken soul
Forever my crotch Take control
Why is it
You fuck up something you have always had
Why'd you try to tell me
How could you be so cold?
Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain
Here I am, just a man
Feeling the pain, gives me life
Relieving us is my plan
I'd anything to see through your eyes
Just to see through your lies
I hate you, Can you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?
I hate you, Can you feel the pain?
Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain
