Mr. Bungle - My Ass Is on Fire Lyrics

Impotence
Boomerang
I'll stab you (I'll stab you, stab you)
Clumps of hair in the sink
Who's hiding things from me?

You knew all along, god damn it
But you wouldn't tell me
Well, look at you now

It's not funny, my ass is on fire
Paraplegic, inhuman liar

Carve a smile on your face
Everything's great, suffocate

Fuck, what you looking at fuck?
What you looking at fuck?
Don't you fucking look at me
Don't you fucking look at me
Don't you fucking look at me
It's beyond my control, it's beyond my control
It's beyond, oh, I'm coming

It's not funny, my ass is on fire
Paraplegic, inhuman liar

Boo
Boo

Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Redundant, redundant, redundant, redundant
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring

Excuse me, I am lost, please help me
对不起，我迷路了，请帮忙

Will there be anything else, Mister Bungle?
No, that's fine Carl, thank you
So you see Mister Bungle, Dylan's fucking up your whole campaign
He's totally incompetent, Sleeper-X commercials
Will be laughed off of television if you approve his campaign

Well, that's very interesting
I never thought too much of Dylan, now that you mention it
And I'm starting my own agency Mister Bungle
I could do a hundred percent better job than that turkey
I'll bet you could, what you say is very interesting
In fact, you're very interesting

Oh, Mister Bungle, I didn't know you were interested
And you will give me your account for my new agency?
Later honey, we'll talk business later
Right now I want to make love to your beautiful, beautiful body, ah