Attention all parents
Report to your local therapist
Report to your local church
Report to your local Police department
It's going down

Glaring into my son's eyes
Reveals a pain
I felt her in the day (insanity)
It was all about the pussy
If you can get it
A little girl like me
Never fucking liked it

Uh, we ain't taking no more
We ain't taking no more, go

So save me (stop fucking with me)
I, I (stop fucking with me)
And the children are born (stop fucking with me)
You feel it through me (stop fucking with me)
(Stop fucking with me) I, I (stop fucking with me)
We are the children of the Korn (stop fucking with me)

Dropping smoke in the alley, making noise with the double pump (uh)
Bring your boys to the party we can double up (double up)
Double rowdy, double 'bout it, hardcore teenager (yeah)
Fucking bitches major (ah)
Catch me if you can (haha)
Fuck the law with my dick in my hand (biatch)
We coming rough, generation triple X (triple X)
We all about the weed smoke and the kinky sex
Nigga what? (Nigga what?)

So save me (yeah)
I, I (insanity, insanity)
And the children are born
You feel it through me (stop fucking with me)
(Stop fucking with me) I, I (stop fucking with me)
We're the children of the Korn (stop fucking with me)

Called a fag my life
Then I got it so fine
It's so pretty like me (insanity
Go figure, once a fag
Now a player
Baptized and born (what, what, what, what)
I'm the children of the Korn (children of the Korn)
(Children of the Korn)
(I'm the first born)

Fuck authority
Hit your ass in the head with my 40 (40)
You gon' see more of me
After school, you better run to your car (ruh)
Class clown, already know I'm a star
The children of the Korn was born
From your porn ass twisted ass ways (ways)
Now you look amazed (amazed)
I'm sitting in a daze (daze)
In a purple haze (haze)
You better check my pulse
'Cause nothing seems to phase, biatch (nothing seems to phase)

(The children of the Korn, children of the Korn)
(Nothing seems to phase)
(The children of the Korn, the children of the Korn)

Look and see I feel the parents
Hating me (hurt me, you hurt me) (huh)
Why don't you step outside
And feel me? (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)
Something got to give?
Parents or the kids (what?), It won't be the kids (what?)

It won't be the kids (what?)
We're talking shit 'cause life is a bitch (yeah, life is a bitch)
You know it is, everybody's trying to get rich (everybody), God damn
All I wanna do is live (all I wanna do is live)

All I wanna do is live (all I wanna do is live)
(All I wanna do is live) (yeah)
All I wanna do is live (all I wanna do is live)
(All I wanna do is live) (shit, all I wanna do is live)

All I want to do (insanity)
All I want to do (stop fucking with me) (insanity)
All I want to do is live
(Stop fucking with me, bitch)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brian Welch, David Silveria, James Shaffer, Jonathan Davis, O'shea Jackson, Reginald Arvizu