| 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 |
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