Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer
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KornBall Tongue Lyrics:
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 think you are?
And what do you want from me?
(Ball tongue)
You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me
(Ball tongue)
The rag I'm on, we are justified
(Ball tongue)
Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
(Ball tongue)
What have you done for me?
(Whoo, whoo!)
Why are you at home
Buried in your self pity?
Why do you insist on
Living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person
The person that took time with me
Does it give you the right to expect
Your life revolves around me?
(Ball tongue)
You have come to take from your buddy
(Ball tongue)
You have never been so funky
(Ball tongue)
The higgle got sick of me
(Ball tongue)
Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
(Ball tongue)
Your brother took it from me
(Ball tongue)
Unidentified enemy
(Ball tongue)
Come fuckin back to save us, and give up, they've come to deliver me
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Ball tongue)
They've driven right by my friends
(Ball tongue)
They've taken the take above me
(Ball tongue)
And you're a psycho monkey
(Ball tongue)
They've come to enslave me
(Ball tongue)
They've jacked themselves onto me
(Ball tongue)
Your fuckin' gangster signs
(Ball tongue)
They've come not to same them but to take
(Ball tongue)
Fuckin' death to fuckin' me
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
(Ball tongue)
Jerome died at the technodrome
(Ball tongue)
You're right, he's dead, teargas dropped but who was it?
(Ball tongue)
It doesn't take the rhythm of the damn monger
(Ball tongue)
Can I die, can I die?
(Ball tongue)
And then, the men kept kicking me
(Ball tongue)
He gets them on, and they're cool
(Ball tongue)
He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on top of the head
(Ball tongue)
No more, he's rid of you and you're a dyke
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