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I let my thirsty boots wander all over
They come home with lies about women
And in the evening toe up to the stars
Sun is comin' up and something's feelin' funky

Old moldy 'Korn Club' stuck in the mud
It makes me, wish for a million dollar view
Spend 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

Yeah, razor fanged rattlesnake only tryin' to protect itself
I had to haul off and blow it's little head away
Sucked out the venom, kept the little skin
And meat found it's way onto my plate

There go my boots complainin'
Tellin' me it's time to go stompin'
I'd better listen or they'll kick my ass

'Cause hell is down there yawnin'
Hopin' I fall head first in it
Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt out of

Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt out of me
Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt outta me, whoa

Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt
(Outta me)
Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt

Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt
(Outta me)
Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt

Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt
(Outta me)
Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt

Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt
(Outta me)
Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt

Nothing like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt
(Outta me)
Nothing like a bath of fire