Twisted Transistor
A Korn song, released in 2005, on their newest album, See You on the Other Side. According to me, it's one of their best songs on the album.
It's Twisted Transistor, you tard, not "twist3d transictor."
Twisted Transistor owns noobs.
Hey you, hey you,
devil's little sister,
listening to your twisted transistor.
Hold it between your legs,
turn it up, turn it up.
Low-end 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.
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 breasts, 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.
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,
this won't hurt a bit.
(This won't hurt a bit,
this won't hurt.)
Says who, says who?
Anasthetize this bitch!
(A-NES-TA-THIZE THIS BITCH!
A-NES-TA-THIZE!)
Just let me between you,
let 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.
Twisted Transistor owns noobs.
Hey you, hey you,
devil's little sister,
listening to your twisted transistor.
Hold it between your legs,
turn it up, turn it up.
Low-end 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.
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 breasts, 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.
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,
this won't hurt a bit.
(This won't hurt a bit,
this won't hurt.)
Says who, says who?
Anasthetize this bitch!
(A-NES-TA-THIZE THIS BITCH!
A-NES-TA-THIZE!)
Just let me between you,
let 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.
Twisted Transistor by Amerikaner August 27, 2006
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