A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all They hurt you at home and they

La la la la Can't calm down, stalker's round, yeah Can't make a sound, you force my love out Scared in your arms And I know it's a no, no, how I'm feeling for you I can't rid him of my sheets Pain wants me to let go Hurts so much that it's sweet How does

Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you Woah, woah, woah-oh Waterloo, finally facing my Waterloo Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more I feel like I win when I

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special Man it's easy to see you're special to me Whether we lovers or friends, we'll always be I want you to know, you're special Aw man! Ay Game, don't tell me you love her (I mean I like the bitch, but I don't

I swear, I'll give it to you Can't imitate how I feel When I think about you You, you, you (it's all about) You, you, you (that's what it's all about) Anything you want Mm, Right Now Oh ah, oh ah (Right Now Sound)

Can you hold on? I'm through with losing Is there someone out there to keep you breathing, Tryna find an answer to somehow stop this feeling In the dark, near or far, found a heart who wants you I'm through with losing Is there someone out there who

I want them to hate me I want them to hate I don't feel so far away from you lately Love me on the sly Wipe it up you're capable Of putting back A few when you have to Memorize the history Of your body like a virgin

Dream over, grieve no more And I breathe one last time Now I lay thee down Was it lost? Was it murdered? Within the eye of the beholder Oh, I want to know How it feels when we die Can you take me under? Oh, she watched me leave

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

So save me, I, I, I I'm not fuckin around Stop fucking with me And the children are born. Your feeling through me, I, I, I Nothin' seems to faze. Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn. All, I, want, to, do,