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Korn - Twisted Transistor

Twisted Transistor is the first song off KoRn's seventh album "See You on the Other Side", which was released in 2005. It is their first album without long-time guitarist Brian "Head" Welch and the last album with original drummer David Silveria. "It's funky, it's heavy, it's dark, and sometimes, industrial-tinged. Working with so many different people and everything, it's made it out to be a really well-rounded album of a lot of different things. It's definitely Korn, it's definitely groove-oriented. But it's our most experimental album to date." ~ Jonathan Davis Album CREDITS Jonathan Davis -- Vocals, Bagpipes James "Munky" Shaffer -- Guitars Reginald "Fieldy" Arvizu -- Bass David Silveria -- Drums Atticus Ross -- Production, Songwriting, Keyboards, Strings The Matrix -- Production, Songwriting Terry Date -- Mixing Twsited Transistor LYRICS Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sister. Listening to your, Twisted transistor. Hold it between your legs, Turn it up, turn it up. The wind 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! x6 Because the music do, And then it's 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! x6 Because the music do, And then it's reaching, inside you, Forever preaching. "Fuck you too!" Your scream's a whisper. Hang on you, Twisted transistor. Music do! x8 Hey you, hey you, This won't hurt a bit. This won't hurt a bit, This won't hurt... Says who, says who. Anesthetize this bitch. Anesthetize this bitch, anesthetize! Just let me be, Between you and me, Don't fit... Don't fit! Music do, And then it's reaching, Inside you, forever preaching. "Fuck you too!" Your scream's a whisper. Hang on you, Twisted transistor.