作词 : Foetus Interruptus, Ruin ... | |
The house is on fire! | |
Boin boin boin | |
Hauss-on-fah, hauss-on-fah, a hauss-on-fah | |
Boin boin boin | |
I hear burnin's a painful way to go | |
So I ain't gonna miss the show | |
Smell soul food cookin' | |
Bargain bake in apartment 3C | |
Bring me the head of Mister Israel Mystery | |
It's a coondoggy hoedown | |
Blackeyed peas 'n' fried nigger | |
With grits 'n' mammy's good ol' catfish | |
Corn onna cob | |
Don't let the seeds spoil the watermelon, y'all | |
And a bricktop stucco applemouth deluxe | |
With Cadillac ketchup onna sidecar bleedin' | |
Cadillac ketchup onna sidecar bleedin' | |
Burnin' flesh... char dem bones 'n' boin boin boin | |
Skull-a-tappin' out that goodtime religion | |
In a leisure suit of whitemeat skin | |
Stripped from some white bitch gangbanged by the devil's disciples | |
And left for dead in the desert | |
Hell, she sho'nuff won't be needin' it | |
Crow tattooed on her left hip | |
Crucifix 'twixt her shoulderblades | |
They be grindin' thru the desert dust | |
Ventin' steamy baboon lust | |
Kickin' spiccy filthy patent leather boots | |
Thru the confetti of her busted brains thru the bratlands | |
Scatter them brains, rattle dem bones 'n' boin boin boin | |
Floggin' the rig to corpuscle horizon | |
Ballin' the jack all the way to El Reno | |
Watchin' the white lines 'n' snortin' up Drain-O | |
The crablice're wearin' black ties and tuxedoes | |
The bloated corpses of armadillos are blockin' the road every fifteen miles | |
I'm yodellin' blood thru earthworm lips | |
The longer the linger the harder it fits | |
They hocked a bunch of T.B. lungers | |
Slid down the window and into the dust | |
Like eggs lookin' at'cha undercooked | |
Peekin' 'round corners wherever I looked | |
Boin... boin... boin... | |
Gonna lynch a few coons and rape the land | |
Then scram to Brazil with three hundred grand | |
Then leave a message onna cowcatcher | |
Hafta wipe off the tracks with a blotter | |
Two carps kissin' inna Mississippi River | |
Two cops kissin' inna Mississippi River | |
Like a hauss-on-fah... like a hauss-on-fah | |
Said boin boin boin boin boin | |
Come Jerusalem, come Jerusalem | |
You were born, born to burn baby | |
C'mon over here, honey, you 'n' me, we're gonna burn |
zuo ci : Foetus Interruptus, Ruin ... | |
The house is on fire! | |
Boin boin boin | |
Haussonfah, haussonfah, a haussonfah | |
Boin boin boin | |
I hear burnin' s a painful way to go | |
So I ain' t gonna miss the show | |
Smell soul food cookin' | |
Bargain bake in apartment 3C | |
Bring me the head of Mister Israel Mystery | |
It' s a coondoggy hoedown | |
Blackeyed peas ' n' fried nigger | |
With grits ' n' mammy' s good ol' catfish | |
Corn onna cob | |
Don' t let the seeds spoil the watermelon, y' all | |
And a bricktop stucco applemouth deluxe | |
With Cadillac ketchup onna sidecar bleedin' | |
Cadillac ketchup onna sidecar bleedin' | |
Burnin' flesh... char dem bones ' n' boin boin boin | |
Skullatappin' out that goodtime religion | |
In a leisure suit of whitemeat skin | |
Stripped from some white bitch gangbanged by the devil' s disciples | |
And left for dead in the desert | |
Hell, she sho' nuff won' t be needin' it | |
Crow tattooed on her left hip | |
Crucifix ' twixt her shoulderblades | |
They be grindin' thru the desert dust | |
Ventin' steamy baboon lust | |
Kickin' spiccy filthy patent leather boots | |
Thru the confetti of her busted brains thru the bratlands | |
Scatter them brains, rattle dem bones ' n' boin boin boin | |
Floggin' the rig to corpuscle horizon | |
Ballin' the jack all the way to El Reno | |
Watchin' the white lines ' n' snortin' up DrainO | |
The crablice' re wearin' black ties and tuxedoes | |
The bloated corpses of armadillos are blockin' the road every fifteen miles | |
I' m yodellin' blood thru earthworm lips | |
The longer the linger the harder it fits | |
They hocked a bunch of T. B. lungers | |
Slid down the window and into the dust | |
Like eggs lookin' at' cha undercooked | |
Peekin' ' round corners wherever I looked | |
Boin... boin... boin... | |
Gonna lynch a few coons and rape the land | |
Then scram to Brazil with three hundred grand | |
Then leave a message onna cowcatcher | |
Hafta wipe off the tracks with a blotter | |
Two carps kissin' inna Mississippi River | |
Two cops kissin' inna Mississippi River | |
Like a haussonfah... like a haussonfah | |
Said boin boin boin boin boin | |
Come Jerusalem, come Jerusalem | |
You were born, born to burn baby | |
C' mon over here, honey, you ' n' me, we' re gonna burn |
zuò cí : Foetus Interruptus, Ruin ... | |
The house is on fire! | |
Boin boin boin | |
Haussonfah, haussonfah, a haussonfah | |
Boin boin boin | |
I hear burnin' s a painful way to go | |
So I ain' t gonna miss the show | |
Smell soul food cookin' | |
Bargain bake in apartment 3C | |
Bring me the head of Mister Israel Mystery | |
It' s a coondoggy hoedown | |
Blackeyed peas ' n' fried nigger | |
With grits ' n' mammy' s good ol' catfish | |
Corn onna cob | |
Don' t let the seeds spoil the watermelon, y' all | |
And a bricktop stucco applemouth deluxe | |
With Cadillac ketchup onna sidecar bleedin' | |
Cadillac ketchup onna sidecar bleedin' | |
Burnin' flesh... char dem bones ' n' boin boin boin | |
Skullatappin' out that goodtime religion | |
In a leisure suit of whitemeat skin | |
Stripped from some white bitch gangbanged by the devil' s disciples | |
And left for dead in the desert | |
Hell, she sho' nuff won' t be needin' it | |
Crow tattooed on her left hip | |
Crucifix ' twixt her shoulderblades | |
They be grindin' thru the desert dust | |
Ventin' steamy baboon lust | |
Kickin' spiccy filthy patent leather boots | |
Thru the confetti of her busted brains thru the bratlands | |
Scatter them brains, rattle dem bones ' n' boin boin boin | |
Floggin' the rig to corpuscle horizon | |
Ballin' the jack all the way to El Reno | |
Watchin' the white lines ' n' snortin' up DrainO | |
The crablice' re wearin' black ties and tuxedoes | |
The bloated corpses of armadillos are blockin' the road every fifteen miles | |
I' m yodellin' blood thru earthworm lips | |
The longer the linger the harder it fits | |
They hocked a bunch of T. B. lungers | |
Slid down the window and into the dust | |
Like eggs lookin' at' cha undercooked | |
Peekin' ' round corners wherever I looked | |
Boin... boin... boin... | |
Gonna lynch a few coons and rape the land | |
Then scram to Brazil with three hundred grand | |
Then leave a message onna cowcatcher | |
Hafta wipe off the tracks with a blotter | |
Two carps kissin' inna Mississippi River | |
Two cops kissin' inna Mississippi River | |
Like a haussonfah... like a haussonfah | |
Said boin boin boin boin boin | |
Come Jerusalem, come Jerusalem | |
You were born, born to burn baby | |
C' mon over here, honey, you ' n' me, we' re gonna burn |