Korn - Do What They Say Lyrics
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Do What They Say
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What Are The Lyrics For Do What They Say By Korn?
Walk away when you're angry
Raise, raise yourself, there's nothing to gain Old, old enough to know the outcome Blood, more blood, it's always the same Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? The God reserved for false alarm Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Do what they say or they take it away I'd rather be dead than carry on Wait, but your lips don't be cursing We must, we mustn't take God's name in vain In vain, blunt your knife for the curtain Impulse, impulses, you must revenge Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? The God reserved for false alarm Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Do what they say or they take it away I'd rather be dead than carry on So I carry on with this burden I can't remember anything I can't be certain Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Do what they say or they take it away I'd rather be dead than carry on |
Who Wrote Do What They Say By Korn?
Lauren Christy, Graham Edwards, Atticus Ross, Scott Spock, Reginald Arvizu, James Christian Shaffer, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Leopold Ross, Zachary Ryan Baird
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What's The Duration Of The Do What They Say By Korn?The duration of Do What They Say is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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