Released: August 18, 1998

Featuring: Ice Cube

Songwriter: Brian “Head” Welch Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu David Silveria Ice Cube Jonathan Davis James “Munky” Shaffer

Producer: Steve Thompson Toby Wright Korn

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Attention all parents!
Report to your local therapist!
Report to your local church!
Report to your local Police department!
It's going down!

[Verse 1: Jonathan Davis]
Glaring into my son's eyes reveals a pain
I felt her in the day
It was all about the pussy
If you can get it
A little girl like me never fucking liked it

[Bridge: Ice Cube]
We ain't taking no more!
We ain't taking no more, go!

[Chorus: Jonathan Davis]
So save me!
I, I!
And the children are born!
You feel it through me!
I, I!
You're the children of the KoЯn!

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Dropping smoke in the alley making noise with the double pump
Bring your boys to the party we can double up
Double rowdy, double 'bout it, hardcore teenager
Fucking bitches major!
Catch me if you can
Fuck the law with my dick in my hand we coming rough
Generation triple X we all about the weed smoke and the kinky sex
Nigga what?

[Chorus]
So save me!
I, I!
And the children are born!
You feel it through me!
I, I!
You’re the children of the KoЯn!

[Verse 3: Jonathan Davis]
Called a fag my life!
Then I got it so fine!
It's so pretty like me!
Go figure, once a fag
Now a player!
Baptized and born!
I'm the children of the Korn!

[Verse 4: Ice Cube]
Fuck authority!
Hit your ass in the head with my 40
You gon' see more of me
After school, you better run to your car
Class clown already know I'm a star
The children of the Korn was born
From your porn ass twisted ass ways
Now you look amazed
I'm sitting in a daze in a purple haze
You better check my pulse
'Cause nothing seems to phase
Bitch!

[Outro: Jonathan Davis (Ice Cube)]
Look and see I feel the parents hating me!
Why don't you step outside and 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, it won't be the kids!
It won't be the kids!
We're talking shit 'cause life is a bitch!
You know it is!
Everybody's trying to get rich, 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!

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.”