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There you are my precious long ago
Hiding behind the shadows of your broken soul
Why is it always you want something you can never have
Why'd you try to tell me how could you be this way

Your throat I take grasp, (can't you feel the pain)
then your eyes roll back
Love racing through my veins
Your heart stops beating, black orgasms
I kiss your lifeless skin

There you are my precious with your broken soul
Rub my crotch, lay dead take control
Why is it always, you fuck up something you've always had
Why'd you try to tempt me, how could you be so cold

Your throat I take grasp, (can't you feel the pain)
then your eyes roll back
Love racing through my veins
Your heart stops beating, black orgasms
I kiss your lifeless skin

Here I am just a man, feeling pain gives me life
Relieving this is my plan, I'll do anything, just to see through your eyes x 8
I hate you, can you feel the pain (x8)

Your throat I take grasp, (can't you feel the pain)
then your eyes roll back
Love racing through my veins
Your heart stops beating, black orgasms
I kiss your lifeless skin (x5)

Earache My Eye
Featuring Cheech Marin and Reggie "Fieldy Snuts" Arvizu

Cheech Marin:
Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, DUN DUN DUN!

Odelay!

My mama's talkin' 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 done kick me off the team.
For wearing high heel sneakers
and acting like a queen.

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree.
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree.

Fieldy:
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree.
Get your boogie on.
Go Head.

Cheech Marin:
The earth is coming to an end
and I don't give a damn.
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'm makin' lots of money!

Money! Money! Money! Money!

Fieldy:
Are you talking pesos?

Cheech Marin:
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Lots of money. (x3)
I'm so bloody rich!
Lots of money.
Lots of muthafuckin' money.
I get rich.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own shopping centers, and parking lots,
and stars, and all that shit!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh.

Fieldy:
Get your groove on.
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, ahh, ha, ha, ha!

The bomb is a fuckin in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Gimme some!
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Cheech Marin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!