| Your ears fell off in the parking lot
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| Your blood’s still drippin', God, I hope it clots
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| You say you’re okay but we know you’re not
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| Your eyes went crossed do you see spots?
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| Well I’m not sayin' that you’re gonna die
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| I just might be hintin' that you’ll feel a little ill
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| And I guess we’ve all learned a lesson
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| And I guess we’ll all get a little thrill
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| Your hands fell off and then your mind eroded
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| Your arms fell asleep and then your lungs corroded
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| Shoulders slumped forward then your heart exploded
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| Looked pretty gross so we all got loaded
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| Well I’m not sayin' that you’re gonna die
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| I just might be hintin' that you won’t be around
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| And you can go ahead and sell all your records
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| 'Cause you got an appointment 6 feet underground
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| And
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| You got an earwig
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| It’s crawling towards your brain
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| And you got an earwig
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| The glorious pain
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| Your mind went blank about a week ago
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| Your hair fell out but you didn’t know
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| Ya' might wanna relax and take it slow
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| 'Cause in a couple a' days you might begin to glow
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| Well I’m not sayin' that you’re gonna die
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| I just might be hintin' that you may puke a lot
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| And could ya' pay me that money ya' owe me
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| Ya' know I really hate to put you on the spot
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| 'Cause
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| You got an earwig
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| It’s crawling towards your brain
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| And you got an earwig
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| The fashionable pain
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| Well I’m not sayin' that you’re gonna die
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| I just might be hintin' that you’ll bee a little ill
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| And I guess we’ve all learned our lesson
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| And I guess we’ll all get a little thrill |