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CHI

Jonathan Davis:
Chi is about a lot of alcohol and drug abuse. People turn to that when they have problems so that they won't have to feel their pain. The song was named after Chi Cheng from the Deftones. We named it after him because he used to call it raggae, and he loves raggae music.

Bye!

Buried so far away
Enter my life of nothing

CHORUS
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole, bury, pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole, bury, pain

I am so high, always
Bury my life so slowly

REPEAT CHORUS

It opens my mind to feelings
Can't face boredom without something

REPEAT CHORUS 2x

Me entering my head
Feeling like I'm God
With the world around me
Can't you feel this...
PAIN!
Screaming through my - heart!
Screaming through my - voice!
Nothing I can - kill!
The screaming of my heart...
Can't you feel them - my...
Can't you take my heart...away
Till it hurt...goodbye

REPEAT CHORUS 2x

Pain! Pain! Pain!

LOST

Jonathan Davis:
It's the sterotypical thing about your best friend meeting a chick, and then you're nothing.

Why can't I decide why my feelings I hide
Always screwing with my mind - a thorn in my spine
Oh sure, it feels fine wasting all our time
In the back of my mind a thorn in my spine

Wait! See it before my eyes
Why? But I turned away

Looking all the time at your face so blind
Feeling uptight always the same fight
Hey man, now decide, go ahead take your time
Kissin' all the time, that thorn in my spine

Wait! You can see your side
Why? Play yourself out 'dat way?
Why? You and me always hang
Wait! Weren't you were my friend?

The pain and rage I feel, I feel

Hey man look inside, no you need your life
Remember me, guy?
A thorn in your spine
Waiting all the time
I'm doing mighty fine
Remember me guy? Thorn in your spine

Wait! You came with suicide
Why?! Play yourself out dat way
WHY?! You and me always hanged
Wait! Weren't you my friend?

Wait! You were my friend
Wait! You were my friend

SWALLOW

Jonathan Davis:
That's about being paranoid. Drug-induced paranoia.

Fuck yes...woooooh...

Always I'm locked in my head
No pain, you don't know what I have had
Right now, I'm so for sure
Right now, I am yours

My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me, oh hell no

It came unknown to me
Paranoid, it's controlling all of me
Somehow, a tears so pure
Right now, shit I'm yours

My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me, oh hell no
Wasn't me, I swallow
Forget me, I don't know

Oh hell no...
Oh hell no...

This thing I follow
The place, I just got to fucking go
A freak, that I'm sure
A freak, that is yours

My sorrow, I swallow
Follow me, oh hell no
Wasn't me, I swallow
Forget me, I don't know

I swallow, I swallow

Punk ass sissy I'm a freak...

PORNO CREEP

Oh, sometimes I get to feel. . .
(know some place, beautiful)???

GOOD GOD

Jonathan Davis:
It's about a guy I knew in school who I thought was my friend, but who fucked me. He came into my life with nothing, hung out at my house, lived off me, and made me do shit I didn't really wanna do.
I was into new romantic music and he was a mod, and he'd tell me if I didn't dress like a mod he wouldn't be my friend anymore.
Whenever I had plans to go on a date with a chick he'd sabotage it, because he didn't have a date or nothing. He was a gutless fucking nothing. I haven't talked to him for years.

You came into my life without a single thing
I gave into your ways, which left me with nothing
I've given into smiles, I've dealt with all your games
I wish to god right now, I hadn't let you in

CHORUS
Won't you get the fuck out of my face, now...

Same old life, ya just only know
Live your life insecure
Feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind

I scream without a sound
How could you take away everything that I was?
Made me your fuckin slave
Your face that I despise
Your heart inside that's grey
I came today to say you're fucked in every way

REPEAT CHORUS

In the sea of life, you're just a minnow
You live your life insecure
I feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind
You stole my life without a sign
You sucked me dry

REPEAT CHORUS

MR. ROGERS

Jonathan Davis:
Back in the day when I was a speed freak, um... even further back when I was a little kid watchin' Mr. Rogers, that shit was scary. He was a freaky old man... Land of Makebelieve and Mr. fuckinMcFeely and shit... made me sick. So back when I was doing speed, like for 5 or 6 days I'd be trippin out and my brain would start to get freaky and get schitzophrenic and stuff, and I'd tape it and watch it everyday over and over... I don't know, I was sick in the head. As a kid he told me to be polite and all it did was get me picked on. I fucking hate that man. Thanks for making me polite and trusting everyone, and easy to take advantage of. So I spent 3 months on that one song, just tweakin' on it, and it was totally just my Mr. Rogers obsession, about how evil I thought he was. Pretty much drug induced.

Boomerang, Zoomerang, Doomerang

The time has come to realize what you are, what you've done inside
The time has come, we'll have something to talk about
I will tell

Looking back...dumb
Um now I realize...old man
how much you really liked him...dumb
This child's mind you terrorized...old man
You came to him...dumb
He really didn't know your lies...old man
Now, his innocence gone...dumb
He's that child you terrorized...old man

CHORUS
This fucking thing that I know, you get to make him
This fucking thing that I know, because of you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you

Be my neighbor

Looking back...child
Um now I realize...fucker
How much you really loved him...child
This child's mind (fucker) he hypnotized
You came to him...child
You really didn't know his lies...fucker
Now, his innocence gone...child
I'm that child you terrorized...fucker

REPEAT CHORUS

But you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me, like I took a trip anywhere
I wish I wouldn't have ever watched you
But in the end of my childhood, afraid of
What a fuckin neighbor

Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me, like I took a trip anywhere
I wish I wouldn't have ever watched you
But in the end of my childhood afraid of
What a fucking neighbor

I hate you, I will too
I hate you, I hate you!

Be my neighbor, be my neighbor

This fucking thing that I feel
This fucking thing that I feel
My childhood is gone
My childhood is gone

I will too...i will too...

K @ # Ø %

Jonathan Davis:
People think it's sexist but it isn't. It's more subconcious bitching at all the women who've been with me in my life. It's not about women in general, just those women who hurt me.
Initially, we wrote it to send to American radio for a joke, because they always chop up all the other songs. So we were going to send a 'real' single seven days later.

Fuck you, titty-suckin, two balled bitch with a fat green clit
My big conjoto bitch
Oh shit, fucking, ass licking, piss sucking, cunt
These nuts on your lips
Kentucky fried kung-pao clit

CHORUS
I don't know what to say
So what don't give up on me - no
I don't know what to say, so what

Saggy tits swinging between your fat, crusty armpits
Big ass hairy mole between your pussy lips
Cunt, shit, cock, dick, cunty, bar piss, balls, ass, pecker, queef
Oh shit, fuck, bitch, damn fuckin diarrheah slut, with HIV

REPEAT CHORUS

I have fought to find something to say
But now I found something to say

Fuck you, Punk ass bitch!!!

REPEAT CHORUS

cunt...fuck...shit...bitch

NO PLACE TO HIDE

Ha Ha Ha

I see your faces and I do not understand why
Each time I dream you're standing there, right by my side
Why do you like me?
You take my pride and in my eyes
You kinda rape me, inside

CHORUS
I have no place to run and hide
I have no place to hide, which I like

Some will look at that time, I looked back into my life
You wanna touch me to see what's in my eyes
Why do you make me remember my hate all the shame?
Don't you hate me, sometimes?

REPEAT CHORUS
I have no place to run, so come on follow me
I have no place to run, so come on follow me

Which I like, I like....
Which I like, I like....

REPEAT CHORUS 3x
underneath
(I have no place to run, so come on follow me)

WICKED

"ya know Chuck, we got runnin' mixes in the headphones..."

Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
And you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the hoops
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9's
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before I bust ya
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fuckin feelin
That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'neal
Wicked, Wreckin Baby, I like that tattoo baby, take it...

CHORUS
'Cause I get Wicked, I told them not to keep on the fire
Yes I Wicked, I told them not to keep on the fire
Yes I Wicked, I told them not to keep on the fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian
Ah,your picket signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking

REPEAT CHORUS

People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y'all might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...

REPEAT CHORUS

A.D.I.D.A.S.

Jonathan Davis:
It stands for, all day I dream about sex. It's about how much of a pervert my ass is, and how I daydream about what a stud I am. But when it comes down to it, I'm a fucking pussy and I'm in there jacking off.
contrary to belief, this song is in now way associated with the Adidas Shoe and Clothing Corporation.

Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of something that I can never be
It doesn't bother to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that I see in all of my fantasies

I don't know your fucking name
So what, let's...

Screaming seems to be the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up reality
So I turn and stroke it harder, 'cause it's so fun to see my face staring back at me

I don't know your fucking name
So what, let's fuck!

CHORUS
All Day I Dream About Sex
All Day I Dream About fuckin'

All day I dream about fucking...

REPEAT CHORUS 4x

LOWRIDER

This is the Caco

Shhhhiiiiitt

All my friends drive a Lowrider
and the Lowrider gets a little lower

Take a little trip, take a little trip, take a little trip with me

shit...aww shit, aww shhhiitt, awwww...yup...

ASS ITCH

Jonathan Davis:
That was the last song I wrote, and I was so burned at writing out lyrics because everytime I write I get depressed because I start thinking about things, you know? So the whole song is about that. In the chorus it says, 'Before day, my sun will be dying'. It's because I put myself on the line all the time and for what? Because people aren't going to be listening to it anyway.

I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm helpless to what comes out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain

I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
Feelings in my heart
I'm in way too far
And it won't go away
Pain...Pain...Pain

CHORUS
Before long my song is dying

I hate writing shit, ain't looking forward to it
What's fucked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain

REPEAT CHORUS

Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I gotta let this song inside me...free...

Can't you set me free?
Can't you set me free?

REPEAT CHORUS

That's why I died, this lie, I try

KILL YOU

Jonathan Davis:
It's about a relative I first met when I was 12. I fucking hate that bitch. She's the most evil, fucked up person I've met in my whole life. She hated my guts. She did everything she could to make my life hell. Like, when I was sick she'd feed me tea with Tabasco, which is really hot pepper oil. She'd make me drink it and say, 'You have to burn that cold out, boy'. Fucked up shit like that. So every night when I'd go to sleep, I'd dream of killing that bitch. In some sick way I had a sexual fantasy about her, and I don't know what that stems from or why, but I always dreamt about fucking her and killing her.

Living life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painful thoughts occur
Yell at me, again I'm wrong

In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy

All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me

Now these memories fill my heart, they bury me

CHORUS
All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(should I beat and stab and fuck her?)

Looking back I was never ever right
You were my step-mom who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I'd say hello, but you'd slap me
And you make some fucked up comment about my clothes
Then I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head
Were with you with a knife up your ass, laying dead
So I popped some more caps in your ass
I'm not you're son and social fun
Motherfucking bitch, never tried to play me

You made my life not so...

REPEAT CHORUS

Wish you were dead, now...

How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved...

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