Earache My Eye LIRIK

My Momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her
'cos my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me
'cos I wear my sisters clothes
He caught me in the bathroom
With a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach
he just kick me off the team
For wearing high heels sneakers
and acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie off
Go Head

The world is coming to an end and I don't give a dam
As long as I have my bitch
Oh and my fly gear
It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny
'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money..
Are you talking petsos?
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I'm so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin money
I get looks

I own shopping centres, parking lots
and stocks, and all that shit
Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh
Get your groove off

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, aahh, ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Gimme some