Your ears fell off in the parking lot

Your blood's still drippin', God, I hope it clots

You say you're okay but we know you're not

Your eyes went crossed do you see spots?



Well I'm not sayin' that you're gonna die

I just might be hintin' that you'll feel a little ill

And I guess we've all learned a lesson

And I guess we'll all get a little thrill



Your hands fell off and then your mind eroded

Your arms fell asleep and then your lungs corroded

Shoulders slumped forward then your heart exploded

Looked pretty gross so we all got loaded



Well I'm not sayin' that you're gonna die

I just might be hintin' that you won't be around

And you can go ahead and sell all your records

'Cause you got an appointment 6 feet underground

And



You got an earwig

It's crawling towards your brain

And you got an earwig

The glorious pain



Your mind went blank about a week ago

Your hair fell out but you didn't know

Ya' might wanna relax and take it slow

'Cause in a couple a' days you might begin to glow



Well I'm not sayin' that you're gonna die

I just might be hintin' that you may puke a lot

And could ya' pay me that money ya' owe me

Ya' know I really hate to put you on the spot

'Cause



You got an earwig

It's crawling towards your brain

And you got an earwig

The fashionable pain



Well I'm not sayin' that you're gonna die

I just might be hintin' that you'll bee a little ill

And I guess we've all learned our lesson

And I guess we'll all get a little thrill