Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abe Cunningham
Drums
Chi Cheng
Bass Guitar
Chino Moreno
Vocals
Stephen Carpenter
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abe Cunningham
Composer
Chi Cheng
Composer
Chino Moreno
Lyrics
Stephen Carpenter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deftones
Producer
Chino Moreno
Producer
Terry Date
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Tom Smurdy
Recording Technician
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'll never be the same, breaking decency
Don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots
I've been humming too many words, got a weak self-esteem
That's been stomped away from every single dream
But it's something else that brought us feeze
Keep it all inside till we feel we can't unleash
I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone
I think you shouldn't have glorified, now you're wrong
[Chorus]
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
They fuck in my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck it, bitch
[Verse 2]
You and me are here alone, face flat along the edge of the glass
Well, I'm not here to preach, I'm just sick of thugs
My parents made me strong to look up that glass
So why should I try, act like I'm a little pissed off
With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shell?
Your punk ass made it up, your fucking mind is gone
Should've never glorified, now you're right
[Chorus]
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
They fuck in my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
[Bridge]
Bitch, you don't know me, shut up, you don't know me
Squeal like a pig when you big fuckin', big fuckin' ape
[Verse 3]
Well, I'll tell you about my blunt stack
What's coming back, Jack, we'll turn back
Curse, fighting their words
Tell them that you fucking heard
I mean, they know that's what's coming, ****, you quitter
I'm thinking 'bout something naughty and won't tell anybody
So, thinking of me by now, but you go grab it
I'd like to think for who I down this shit
I belong where they be 'cause we cannot get back those lives
[Verse 4]
We exist to please, understand
Love hates blacks, shades, and all the players
Mr. P.I.G., could I fuckin' see?
Sure already done crushed all of my brothers' dignity
And to the jury, can't be no turn is all, my skin looks colored
Does that mean I'm burnt?
'Cause your punk-ass made it up, your fuckin' mind was gone
Should've never glorified
Wrong
[Chorus]
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
They fuck in my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
You bad, boy
Written by: Abe Cunningham, Chi Cheng, Chino Moreno, Stephen Carpenter