Ouve Ball Tongue de Korn

Ball Tongue

Korn

Metal

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Lead Vocals
Fieldy
Fieldy
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Songwriter
Brian Welch
Brian Welch
Songwriter
David Silveria
David Silveria
Songwriter
James Shaffer
James Shaffer
Songwriter
Reginald Arvizu
Reginald Arvizu
Songwriter
Korn
Korn
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producer
Larry Weintraub
Larry Weintraub
Executive Producer
Chuck Johnson
Chuck Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Letra

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 more do you want from me? (Ball tongue) you got the dykes off, I think they'll mind me (Ball tongue) I'm a vagabond, we are justified (Ball tongue) congrats, you just fucked up my make-up and shit (Ball tongue) what have you done for me? 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 funny (Ball tongue) the higgle got sick of me (Ball tongue) ah, to live to fight another day (Ball tongue) you're the drug addicted from me (Ball tongue) unidentified enemy (Ball tongue) come fucking back to save us and gave up (Ball tongue) 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 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 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) they're a psycho monkey (Ball tongue) they've come to enslave me (Ball tongue) they've jacken themselves onto me (Ball tongue) your fuckin' gangster signs (Ball tongue) they've come not to save them, but they take (Ball tongue) fuck'n death to fuck'n me You're the psychofuck You're the psychofuck You're the psychofuck You're the psychofuck You're the psychofuck You're the psychofuck You're the psychofuck (Ball tongue) you're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it? (Ball tongue) you tried to put the blame over on to me (Ball tongue) never die, never die And don't ever come get your boy (Ball tongue) hauled to the morgue, let him go (Ball tongue) he wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on the head (Ball tongue) no more, he's rid of you, you're a dyke
Writer(s): David Silveria, Jonathan Davis, Brian Welch, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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