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