You have two choices:
1) put me in a straight jacket, or
2) fear the wrath of the lone wolf.
your call, bub.
[Part 1]
"Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did ya 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]--the best part
"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"
--Another Brick in the Wall, Korn's remix...
and for those who want poems when someone has writer's block, just replace "single" with "poem":
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Boom Boom Boom Boom
What's going on today?
We gotta break away
We got a problem and
I think it's going to make us go down
They think we're all the same
And always we're to blame
For shit I think is lame
It's time to stop the game
I think it's time to pay for everything you made me say
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that [x4]
What's going on today?
Why must it be this way?
We're going nowhere and
We're still knocking the need to bow down
They think we're all the same
And always we're to blame
For shit I think is lame
It's time to stop the game
I think it's time to pay for everything you made me say
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that [x4]
We are the ones breaking you down
We are the hope to drown out your sounds
All Across the world you think we're to found
All Across the world you're breaking you down
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that shit [x4]
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Y'all want a single say fuck that
Fuck that, Fuck that [x6]
--Y'all Want a Single, Korn
and finally, a favorite:
Hate, something, sometime, someway,
something kick on 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, feeling ripped of again.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give.. me.. noth.. ing.. just.. feel.
And now this shit will follow.
God paged me, he'll never see the lie he wants to see
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God paged me, he'll never see the lie he 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 paged me, he'll never see the lie he wants to see
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God paged me, he'll never see the lie he wants to see
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
Got the life.
Got... the... life.
--Got the Life, Korn...i have it, don't you?
last and not least, something for the truly fucked up, like myself:
Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down [X2]
Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down
London bridges falling down, my fair lady
Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
. . . this old man came,
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Mary had a little lamb!
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a....
--Shoots and Ladders, Korn
don't like, eh? then get the hell off my page...
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- I am a 17 year old guy (USA)
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