daddy lyrics – korn

mother, please forgive me. i just had to get out all my pain & sufferin’.
now that i am done, remember i will always love you; i’m your son.

little child lookin’ so pretty
come out & play, i’ll be your daddy
innocent child lookin’ so sweet
a rape in my eyes & on your flesh i reap.

you raped, i feel daddy
it hurt as a child
tied down “that’s a good boy.”
& f*ck your own child
i scream, no one hears me
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
mommy, why? your own child…

little child, lookin’ so pretty
come out & play, i’ll be your daddy.

you raped, i feel daddy
it hurt as a child
tied down “that’s a good boy.”
& f*ck your own child
i scream, no one hears me
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
mommy, why?

it’s alright.

you raped, i feel daddy
it hurt as a child
tied down “that’s a good boy.”
& f*ck your own child
i rape, no one hears me
it hurt as a child
tied down, no one hit me
& raped your own child
i’m sick, no one hears me
it hurt as a child
tied down “that’s a good boy”
& fought your own child
i scream, no one hears me
it hurt as a child
tied down, no one hears me.
mommy why? your own child…

“i didn’t touch you there.”
mommy said she didn’t care.
“i didn’t touch you there.”
that’s why mommy stopped & stared.

little child lookin’ so sweet
a rape in my eyes & on your flesh i reap.

you raped, i feel daddy
it hurt as a child
tied down “that’s a good boy.”
& f*ck your own child
i scream, no one hears me
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
mommy, why? your own child…

you raped, i feel daddy
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
daddy why? your own child…
i scream, no one hears me
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
mommy, why? your own child…
you raped, i feel daddy
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
mommy, why? your own child…
i scream, no one hears me
it hurt, i’m not a liar
my god, i saw you watch.
mommy why?

i f*ckin’ hate you! muthaf*cker!
muthaf*cker! i f*ckin’ hate you! f*ck you!
you son of a b*tch, have f*ckin’ ruined my life!
you f*cked…
i’m sick of it, oh… oh.
why did you f*ckin’ do it to me?
i hate you!
i f*ckin’ hate you!
i hate you!
piece of sh*t!
i hate you!

when i awake, i’ll see your face
when i awake, i’ll see your light.
when i awake, i’ll see your light.
mother wake me from my dream
mother wake me in the night.

[sound of a door closing:]

[song ends at 9: 35:]

[“daddy” 0: 00 – 9: 35:]

[“silence” 9: 36 – 14: 05:]

[hidden track 14: 05 – 17: 31:]

michael: hi, there.
uh, is it okay if i come over & take a look at your exhaust manifold on your dodge dart?
i’ve got a piece missing somewhere on mine & i’m not sure what it is.
i want to see what you got on yours.
throttle valve strikes dash-pot rod.
the rod must push diaphragm back before it can move back, air must be pushed up in.
this causes the diaphragm to move slowly when the throttle valve is moved away.
the stream will force diaphragm out the air must now vent the dash-pot is ready to work again.

geri: is this, to this?

michael: i don’t care what that…

geri: the rod that they’re talking about…

michael: i don’t care what that looks like geri, i’m telling you what the dash-pot is. where’s the dash-pot on here, geri?

geri: i don’t know.

michael: dash-pot is inside geri where it’s hooked up at…

geri: and that’s not made…

michael: and that is not made to regulate the f*ckin’ choke goin’ back & forth.

geri: and that’s not the end-loader…

michael: that’s just so you can get pure fuel in there.

geri: mm-hmm.

michael: as soon as you start cranking it over, whoa!
deep now deep. you start sucking & when i start sucking this choke here
’cause you can’t just have pure fuel you won’t light you have to have a little bit of oxygen.

geri: mm-hmm.

michael: it sucks open & it cracks the choke like this.
that’s how that works.

geri: that is not what you just said.

michael: i said [no, geri, the heating is the m*th*f*ckin’…spring!]
this one here as soon as you start turnin’ over the engine, it’s supposed to pull it back when the vacuum starts.
when the vacuum starts, nothin’ to do with f*ckin’ heat. vacuum!

geri: why are you screaming?

michael: because the way you said it’s supposed to work off heat now, geri!

geri: you said as the car gradually warms up…

michael: as it gradually warms up, this m*th*f*cker with the coil, the spring opens it up.
this has already done it’s job, the only thing it’s job is to do is when your cranking the engine up after it’s been choked, all it does is pull back, then it cracks open just a pinch.

geri: then you don’t know what it’s called…

michael: the choke vacuum diaphragm, i mean it’s right there in the book.

geri: sure it is.

michael: oh god. your a hard, hard woman to live with…

geri: if it was right here in the book, i would have found it.

michael: oh you m*th*f*cker, you *sshole, you stupid son of a b*tch, you showed it to me!

geri: what?

michael: you showed me the god d*mn thing in the book what it was called. that’s what i knew what it was!

geri: get out of here & quit yelling at me!

michael: no, geri, your f*cked!

geri: i haven’t seen that in there…

michael: i haven’t seen it you stupid son of a b*tch…

geri: that vacuum thing? yes.
we don’t know what the little business is.
it doesn’t explain anything.
i haven’t read anything that explains that.

michael: i told you what it says…

geri: yeah, you did yes, yesterday.

michael: i just told you what it did.

geri: mm-hmm?

michael: & your sittin’ there saying you never saw that before & yet your the one that f*ckin’ showed me it, geri.

geri: you suck like gas.
i told you that f*ckin’ fuel filter was not on there.
it’s not that f*ckin’ orange business hanging across the god d*mn business.

michael: let’s try rebuilding the f*ckin’ carburetor first geri.
let me tell you something, geri.
let me tell you a little secret geri.

geri: don’t tell me any secrets, be quiet!

michael: oh, man, i quit! i am fed up! i mean, i tell you something & you f*ckin’ don’t believe me.
you show me something & you [still] don’t f*ckin’ believe me.

geri: i can’t show you anything michael, because your head is blank.

michael: well your sittin’ there tellin’ me that m*th*f*cker isn’t that.
well that’s not how it works.
well, geri, a mechanic told me that’s how it works.

geri: who’s talking about the truck? we’re talkin’ about…

michael: a dodge dart, on slant 6.

geri: you have lost your mind.

michael: what are you talkin’ about?

geri: my god!

/ korn lyrics