Lyrics:

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