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Woorden: Korn. Life Is Peachy. Kill You.

Lady life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painful thoughts of her
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

All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(Should I'd beat and stab and fuck her)

All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(Should I'd beat and stab and fuck her)

All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(Should I'd beat and stab and fuck her)

All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(Should I'd 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 walking' in and I 'd say hello, but you slap me
And you make some fucked up, comment about my clothes

So 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 pop some more caps in your ass, now your son is not so fun
Motherfucking bitch, ever try to play me, you made my life not so good

All I wanna do is kill you
All I wanna do is kill you
All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you

(Should I'd beat and stab and fuck her)
All I wanna do
(You are not my real mother)
Is kill you
(Should I'd beat and stab and fuck her)
Wish you were dead now

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