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Earache My Eye
by Korn
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Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun
Orale! (O-ra-le)
My Momma talk to me,
Try to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her,
'Cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me,
'Cause I wear my sisters clothes
He caught me in the bathroom,
With a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach,
He just kick me off the team
For wearing high heels sneakers,
And acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie off
Go Head
The world is coming to an end and I don't give a dam
As long as I have my bitch
Oh I'm a fuck you
It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money
Are you talking petsos?
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I'm so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin money
I get looks
Ha, ha, ha
I own shopping centres, parking lots,
And stocks, and all that shit
Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh
Get your groove off
Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower
More groovin, slow that shit down
Crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don't give a fuck, break it out
You even know, Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a fuck
Rick James is in the crack house
I'm fuckin paying, that's all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some
Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun
Orale! (O-ra-le)
My Momma talk to me,
Try to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her,
'Cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me,
'Cause I wear my sisters clothes
He caught me in the bathroom,
With a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach,
He just kick me off the team
For wearing high heels sneakers,
And acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie off
Go Head
The world is coming to an end and I don't give a dam
As long as I have my bitch
Oh I'm a fuck you
It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money
Are you talking petsos?
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I'm so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin money
I get looks
Ha, ha, ha
I own shopping centres, parking lots,
And stocks, and all that shit
Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh
Get your groove off
Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower
More groovin, slow that shit down
Crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don't give a fuck, break it out
You even know, Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a fuck
Rick James is in the crack house
I'm fuckin paying, that's all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some