Released: October 25, 2005

Songwriter: Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu Jonathan Davis James “Munky” Shaffer David Silveria

Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister
Listening to your twisted transistor
Hold it between your legs, turn it up, turn it up
The wind is coming through, can't get enough

A lonely life where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do

Music do, music do
Music do, music do
Music do, music do

Because the music do, and it is reaching
Inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you too, your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor

Hey you, hey you, finally you get it
The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it
And as your tears fall on your breast, your dress
Vibrations coming through, you're in a mess

A lonely life where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do

Music do, music do
Music do, music do
Music do, music do

Because the music do, and it is reaching
Inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you too, your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor

Music do, music do
Music do, music do
Music do, music do
Music do, music do

Hey you, hey you, this won't hurt a bit
This won't hurt a bit, this won't hurt
Says who, says who? Anesthetize this bitch!
A-nes-the-tize this bitch, anesthetize!
Just let me be, between you and me, don't fit
Don't fit!

Music do, and it is reaching
Inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you too, your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor

Korn

Bakersfield friends James “Munky” Shaffer, Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu and David Silveria formed the funk-rock band LAPD in 1989 and moved to Los Angeles with another friend Brian “Head” Welch as their roadie. Later, with Welch as second guitarist, the band named themselves Creep and recorded a demo with pal Ross Robinson.

However, when Shaffer and Welch visited family in Bakersfield, they met Jonathan Davis who added a darker, goth-tinged edge to the band’s heavy groove. Robinson

The band wasn’t dark yet; it had, like, killer grooves and good riffs, but there was some happy edge to it. And when (Davis) walked into the room, it went dark and goth. Basically, during the first song, to audition in the rehearsal room, he started freaking the hell out [laughs]. You couldn’t hear his voice, but you felt chills all over your body, and it was instantly like, “Oh my God, yeah – he’s the one.”