Earache My Eye - Korn

Dun nun nun

Dun nun nun

Dun Dun Dun

Orale!

My Momma talk to me,

Try to tell me how to live

But I don’t listen to her,

'cos my head is like a sieve

My daddy, he disowned me,

'cos 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 dont give a dam

As long as I have my bitch

Oh and my fly gear

It don’t bother me, if people think I’m funny

'cos I’m a big rock star, and I make lots of money

Money, money, money…

Are you talking pesos?

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,