Released: July 31, 2007

Songwriter: Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu Lauren Christy Jonathan Davis Graham Edwards James “Munky” Shaffer Scott Spock

Producer: Korn The Matrix Atticus Ross

[Verse 1]
This sunny Sunday is a good day to go
Guess you'll be staying on
Let me know
And I hate to say
It's been a waste of time
I'd hate to interrupt the flow

[Chorus]
Why, why, why?
Hushabye!
Hushabye, why aren't you ready to go?
Why, why, why?
Hushabye!
Couldn't we fast forward all through this show?

[Verse 2]
You say you'd love to
But you lots left to do
Almost decided to stay 'cause of you
And I hate to tell you
To exchange your dreams
For a one-way ticket, no return

[Chorus]
Why, why, why?
Hushabye!
Hushabye, why aren't you ready to go?
Why, why, why?
Hushabye!
Couldn't we fast forward all through this show?

[Brige]
Why?
What you hanging up for?
What you doing that for?
What you breaking up for?
Why, hushabye?
I'd hate to interrupt the flow!
For a one-way ticket, no return!

[Chorus]
Why, why, why?
Hushabye!
Hushabye, why aren't you ready to go?
Why, why, why?
Hushabye!
Couldn't we fast forward all through this show?

[Outro]
Why, why, why?
What you breaking up for?
Why, hushabye?

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.”