| Bath of Fire | ||||
| Written by: Chris Ballew and Dave Dederer I let my thirsty boots wander all over And they come home with lies about women And in the evening toe up to the stars Sun is comin' up and somethin's feelin' funky Old moldy korn klub stuck in the mud it makes me Wish for a million dollar view Spent my last lone quarter on the korn klub's kool-aid And there's nothin' else I'd rather do There's nothin' like a Bath of Fire To get this deep down dirt outta me There's nothin' like a Bath of Fire To get this deep down dirt outta me Go. (Cough cough) Yeah. Razor fanged rattlesnake only tryin' to protect itself I had to haul off and blow its little head away Sucked out the venom, kept the little skin and Meat found its way onto my plate There go my boots complainin', tellin' me it's time to go stompin' I better listen or they'll kick my aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaass See hell is down there yawin', hopin' I fall headfirst in it Nothin' like a Bath of Fire to get this deep down dirt out of Nothin' like a Bath of Fire to get this deep down dirt outta me (repeat and fade out) |
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