Korn - My Gift To You / Earache My Eye текст песни

My Gift To You:

Laying by my precious
Not long ago
Hiding behind the shadows
Of your broken soul
Why is it always you and something you can never have?
Why did you you try to tell me?
How could you be this way

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain

There you are my precious
With your broken soul
Forever my crotch Take control
Why is it
You fuck up something you have always had
Why'd you try to tell me
How could you be so cold?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain

Here I am, just a man
Feeling the pain, gives me life
Relieving us is my plan
I'd anything to see through your eyes
Just to see through your lies

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Can't you feel the pain?

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain

Earache My Eye:

[Cheech Marin:]
Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun

Orale! (O-ra-le)

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 dont give a dam

As long as I have my bitch
Oh I'm a fuck you

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

Ha, ha, ha

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
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some