The Weird Revolution Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
[Spoken]
On behalf of Dr. Timothy Leary; in association with the legions of illuminated social rejects; and as an influential administrator and creator of musical chaos in these so called "United States" I stand as a messenger of strangeness this evening in order to impress upon or at least to instruct the honorable musicians as to the methods and motives of the truly bizarre reality - The Weird Revolution.
Thomas Jefferson, cofounder and president of this normally corrupt nation said "If God is truly just I tremble for the fate of my country".
Secondly, there are some dynamics at play which I must familiarize you with.
The so-called weirdos in this country stand as completely freaked out by the normal man as the normal man is completely freaked out by the weird masses reaction to him.
Which came first - you may ask - chicken or egg; you may ask. Well, the chicken of course; and it's time to break this weird-ass chain.
The weird masses don't want to be normalized.
Weirdos want to be abnormal.
The freaks can't be formally normalized nor can we normally formalized.
What we want is complete weirdification.
Basically, we don't want weirdness from the normal man.
We don't want to be freaked out by the normal man.
We want to outfreak the normal man.
The normal man entices and prostitutes and performs surgery on our weird women.
Yes, even your brother could be a victim of his plastic fantasies.
And if you weird out his daughter he'll plast your ass.
What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Are you freaking with me?
What is good for the goose is good for the gander.
So you can pluck out his feathers and smile because you are defending our weird women from the freaky-ass thoughts of the bug-eyed, bow-legged normal man.
On behalf of Dr. Timothy Leary; in association with the legions of illuminated social rejects; and as an influential administrator and creator of musical chaos in these so called "United States" I stand as a messenger of strangeness this evening in order to impress upon or at least to instruct the honorable musicians as to the methods and motives of the truly bizarre reality - The Weird Revolution.
Thomas Jefferson, cofounder and president of this normally corrupt nation said "If God is truly just I tremble for the fate of my country".
Secondly, there are some dynamics at play which I must familiarize you with.
The so-called weirdos in this country stand as completely freaked out by the normal man as the normal man is completely freaked out by the weird masses reaction to him.
Which came first - you may ask - chicken or egg; you may ask. Well, the chicken of course; and it's time to break this weird-ass chain.
The weird masses don't want to be normalized.
Weirdos want to be abnormal.
The freaks can't be formally normalized nor can we normally formalized.
What we want is complete weirdification.
Basically, we don't want weirdness from the normal man.
We don't want to be freaked out by the normal man.
We want to outfreak the normal man.
The normal man entices and prostitutes and performs surgery on our weird women.
Yes, even your brother could be a victim of his plastic fantasies.
And if you weird out his daughter he'll plast your ass.
What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Are you freaking with me?
What is good for the goose is good for the gander.
So you can pluck out his feathers and smile because you are defending our weird women from the freaky-ass thoughts of the bug-eyed, bow-legged normal man.
The Shame Of Life Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
There were girls in the front
There were girls in the back
And there were girls pettin' squirrels
And there were squirrels smokin' crack
With an old Navy Seal and the DEA
And a loaded automatic just to blow me all away
With a dog drinkin' liquor from a hole in the sky
And a picture of a pitcher throwin' pitches at a guy
He had a problem with his sister and her 3D cups
And a brother with a shovel just to shake it all up
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
Locomotive individual and a knuckle in a fight
And I was hidin' in the bushes but I couldn't stand the light
And he was highly indisputable the leader of the gang
Like a bullet in the freezer - Bang Bang
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
Get down - get down get get dow dow dow down
Invisibility is a relative thing
hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha
I was all shaken up after I got shaken down
I was shakin' in the air
And I was shakin' on the ground
I was taken by the shaker who was preachin' to the crew
He was shakin' lots of bacon cookin' egg in his shoe
And awaken all the stereos began to sing a tune
Told us we were just a vision in a dream about a shoe
That was walkin' through a store
To find a needle for a soul
That had lost a little reason
Through a little tiny hole
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
[Addtional closing lyrics in French]
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
There were girls in the front
There were girls in the back
And there were girls pettin' squirrels
And there were squirrels smokin' crack
With an old Navy Seal and the DEA
And a loaded automatic just to blow me all away
With a dog drinkin' liquor from a hole in the sky
And a picture of a pitcher throwin' pitches at a guy
He had a problem with his sister and her 3D cups
And a brother with a shovel just to shake it all up
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
Locomotive individual and a knuckle in a fight
And I was hidin' in the bushes but I couldn't stand the light
And he was highly indisputable the leader of the gang
Like a bullet in the freezer - Bang Bang
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
Get down - get down get get dow dow dow down
Invisibility is a relative thing
hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha
I was all shaken up after I got shaken down
I was shakin' in the air
And I was shakin' on the ground
I was taken by the shaker who was preachin' to the crew
He was shakin' lots of bacon cookin' egg in his shoe
And awaken all the stereos began to sing a tune
Told us we were just a vision in a dream about a shoe
That was walkin' through a store
To find a needle for a soul
That had lost a little reason
Through a little tiny hole
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life
Hop down they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found at the level of the rest
Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
[Addtional closing lyrics in French]
Dracula From Houston Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Got no future, great big past
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass.
Gotta meet the plane, so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky.
Got no credit, and I got no fear,
and I got about a buck so I can buy a beer.
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said.
and I gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red.
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that WE'LL be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there 'cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Three feet deep in a slow motion WRECK
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' out of line
PLAYIN' the end against the MIDDLE and losing every time
I was venous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning, and I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike, had to paint it red
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that WE'LL be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home
Crazy (I'm crazy, I wanna tell you that I'm crazy)
Janis E. and Kurtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore with VIDAL Sassoon
How you think I, How you think I, How you think I take it
Said, how you think I take it when I hear all about it
Where will he go and where's the brain
Este noche, enchillada, in Chicago ni por nada
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that WE'LL be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there 'cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Starin' in disbelief out at the gloom
I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years
Started playing out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin' at the gig
And in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said
"This is what you'll do, you're gonna get a bike
You're gonna paint it blue"
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass.
Gotta meet the plane, so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky.
Got no credit, and I got no fear,
and I got about a buck so I can buy a beer.
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said.
and I gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red.
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that WE'LL be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there 'cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Three feet deep in a slow motion WRECK
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' out of line
PLAYIN' the end against the MIDDLE and losing every time
I was venous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning, and I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike, had to paint it red
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that WE'LL be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home
Crazy (I'm crazy, I wanna tell you that I'm crazy)
Janis E. and Kurtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore with VIDAL Sassoon
How you think I, How you think I, How you think I take it
Said, how you think I take it when I hear all about it
Where will he go and where's the brain
Este noche, enchillada, in Chicago ni por nada
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that WE'LL be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there 'cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Starin' in disbelief out at the gloom
I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years
Started playing out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin' at the gig
And in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said
"This is what you'll do, you're gonna get a bike
You're gonna paint it blue"
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home
Venus Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody all come running
why do they run it so
downtown up around they go
downtown it's a run around, run around
downtown it's an up town run around, Go
Yea, everybody talkin bout the circle in the sand
and the (thinin) of the people will they ever understand?
and the people in the sequeal and the steeple in the sky
are the only people set up, I hope they just die
Yea, everybody talkin bout the seal in the sand
and the steeple of the sequel will they every understand?
and the people in the window are the victims of the sky
and the lonesome need a farret, I hope they just die, Go
1, 2, 3, 4,
everybody all come running
why do they run it so
downtown up around they go
downtown it's a run around, run around
downtown it's an up town run around, Go
everybody talkin bout fried eggs
everybody talkin bout Jesus
everybody talkin bout lawers
everybody walkin on lava
everybody get a new lawer
everybody feel a little longer
everybody get a little wider
everybody get up...
(random mumbling and odd jibberish...)
everybody all come running
why do they run it so
downtown up around they go
downtown it's a run around, run around
downtown it's an up town run around, Go
Yea, everybody talkin bout the circle in the sand
and the (thinin) of the people will they ever understand?
and the people in the sequeal and the steeple in the sky
are the only people set up, I hope they just die
Yea, everybody talkin bout the seal in the sand
and the steeple of the sequel will they every understand?
and the people in the window are the victims of the sky
and the lonesome need a farret, I hope they just die, Go
1, 2, 3, 4,
everybody all come running
why do they run it so
downtown up around they go
downtown it's a run around, run around
downtown it's an up town run around, Go
everybody talkin bout fried eggs
everybody talkin bout Jesus
everybody talkin bout lawers
everybody walkin on lava
everybody get a new lawer
everybody feel a little longer
everybody get a little wider
everybody get up...
(random mumbling and odd jibberish...)
Shit Like That Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I keep seeing cloth in my mirror
Which one?
My stomach hurts so bad I could die
I'm moving into a neighborhood I can't stand
The sky is changing colour
There's a metallic paste in my mouth
It's been a great winter
Everything went sour
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
They cut me off at the clinic
I had to fight another doctor
I found him in the yellow pages
Maybe I'm bi-polar
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
The sky is changing colour
There's a metallic paste in my mouth
It's been a great f**king winter
Everything went sour
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Which one?
My stomach hurts so bad I could die
I'm moving into a neighborhood I can't stand
The sky is changing colour
There's a metallic paste in my mouth
It's been a great winter
Everything went sour
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
They cut me off at the clinic
I had to fight another doctor
I found him in the yellow pages
Maybe I'm bi-polar
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
The sky is changing colour
There's a metallic paste in my mouth
It's been a great f**king winter
Everything went sour
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Shit like that
Mexico Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
God, Zeus, Allah, Buddha.
Bob Dylan on a motor scooter.
Allah, Buddha, God, Zeus.
Gotta get me a red caboose.
Buddha, God, Zeus, Allah.
Mexico in a low Impala.
Zeus, Allah, Buddha, God.
Eco suda pinchay a nada.
We love him.
We love him.
We love him.
Zeus, Allah, Buddha, God.
Eco suda la ching ga.
God, Zeus, Allah, Buddha.
Bob Dylan on a motor scooter.
We love him.
We love him.
Bob Dylan on a motor scooter.
Allah, Buddha, God, Zeus.
Gotta get me a red caboose.
Buddha, God, Zeus, Allah.
Mexico in a low Impala.
Zeus, Allah, Buddha, God.
Eco suda pinchay a nada.
We love him.
We love him.
We love him.
Zeus, Allah, Buddha, God.
Eco suda la ching ga.
God, Zeus, Allah, Buddha.
Bob Dylan on a motor scooter.
We love him.
We love him.
Intelligent Guy Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I'm not the world's most intelligent guy
Sometimes I just sit, and wonder why
It takes a lot of money and a telephone
Rock me baby, rock me baby, all night long
Bake us and we will not burn
Kill us and we will return
Shake us and we will not shock
Shock us and we'll fucking rock
I'm not the world's most incredible man
But I just can't seem to understand
If it weren't for all the people I'd be all alone
Rock me baby, rock me baby, all night long
Bake us and we will not burn
Kill us and we will return
Shake us and we will not shock
Shock us and we'll fucking rock
They were doing what I was doing while lightning hit the street
A bar of soap, a pint of scope was all they'd had to eat
Looky there, some macaroni, it happened to his hair
He had a shirt, but it was hurt, and sadness filled the air
Now I'm not the world's most incredible man
I never can quite seem to understand
If it weren't for all the people I'd be all alone
Rock me baby, rock me baby, all night long
It takes a lot of money, then you teach them how to talk
Come on pretty baby, rock rock rock!
Sometimes I just sit, and wonder why
It takes a lot of money and a telephone
Rock me baby, rock me baby, all night long
Bake us and we will not burn
Kill us and we will return
Shake us and we will not shock
Shock us and we'll fucking rock
I'm not the world's most incredible man
But I just can't seem to understand
If it weren't for all the people I'd be all alone
Rock me baby, rock me baby, all night long
Bake us and we will not burn
Kill us and we will return
Shake us and we will not shock
Shock us and we'll fucking rock
They were doing what I was doing while lightning hit the street
A bar of soap, a pint of scope was all they'd had to eat
Looky there, some macaroni, it happened to his hair
He had a shirt, but it was hurt, and sadness filled the air
Now I'm not the world's most incredible man
I never can quite seem to understand
If it weren't for all the people I'd be all alone
Rock me baby, rock me baby, all night long
It takes a lot of money, then you teach them how to talk
Come on pretty baby, rock rock rock!
Get Down Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Come, come, come, a come to me
I said a come on down where 'a I can see
I said you better be aware of what I do
You said you never gonna see 'a what I been through
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
My pop he 'a say to me, he said you got ta 65 until you're old and free
I said a 2 by 2 'a he's a 49
You say ya never get it caught if you are never behind
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
[break]
His brain upon a razor was a BB in a lake
He'd had it with a thousand daggers while his Rolex was a fake
He said a word with the devil while his wife was pretty mean
His kids beat up his mother and his dog drank gasoline
I said a 30 miles an hour down the highway rollin'
An a thousand thoughts a second but a hundred's all we know
30 kinds of liquor Lord and 20 kinds of beer
15 funky reasons and another house to fear
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
[break/solo]
Sixth time that I say to me
You said you'll never get caught if you're not gonna be
I said a 45 minutes from the finish line
I said you're gonna never be a girlfriend of mine
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
I said a come on down where 'a I can see
I said you better be aware of what I do
You said you never gonna see 'a what I been through
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
My pop he 'a say to me, he said you got ta 65 until you're old and free
I said a 2 by 2 'a he's a 49
You say ya never get it caught if you are never behind
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
[break]
His brain upon a razor was a BB in a lake
He'd had it with a thousand daggers while his Rolex was a fake
He said a word with the devil while his wife was pretty mean
His kids beat up his mother and his dog drank gasoline
I said a 30 miles an hour down the highway rollin'
An a thousand thoughts a second but a hundred's all we know
30 kinds of liquor Lord and 20 kinds of beer
15 funky reasons and another house to fear
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
[break/solo]
Sixth time that I say to me
You said you'll never get caught if you're not gonna be
I said a 45 minutes from the finish line
I said you're gonna never be a girlfriend of mine
I said get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, yee-haw
Jet Fighter Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Jet fighters never die
Mikey was a little boy, he loved to watch the clouds
He was born to fly
Mikey joined the Navy, his father was quite proud
Mother never wanted it that way
He got into the cockpit and rose up in the sky
Set his sights on Beirut and he let his missiles fly
Boom, Boom!
Jet fighters never die
I don't know, but I've been told
It's been said that God is dead
Jet fighters never cry, jet fighters never die
The General smoked a Cuban blunt
Hand rolled by the Reds
Then he poured a glass of Scotch
and tallied up the dead
The fighter banked into the night, then he caught a Sam
He rose up into Heaven with Jesus in his hand
Scenery was so beautiful, could not believe his eyes
Then he spotted John Wayne, he knew he had arrived
Jesus interrupted him, he had something to tell
They had to speak with Allah, and he sent them both to Hell!
Boom, boom!
Mikey was a little boy, he loved to watch the clouds
He was born to fly
Mikey joined the Navy, his father was quite proud
Mother never wanted it that way
He got into the cockpit and rose up in the sky
Set his sights on Beirut and he let his missiles fly
Boom, Boom!
Jet fighters never die
I don't know, but I've been told
It's been said that God is dead
Jet fighters never cry, jet fighters never die
The General smoked a Cuban blunt
Hand rolled by the Reds
Then he poured a glass of Scotch
and tallied up the dead
The fighter banked into the night, then he caught a Sam
He rose up into Heaven with Jesus in his hand
Scenery was so beautiful, could not believe his eyes
Then he spotted John Wayne, he knew he had arrived
Jesus interrupted him, he had something to tell
They had to speak with Allah, and he sent them both to Hell!
Boom, boom!
The Last Astronaut Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Now we have-
We've, uh, cleared
the Southern tip of
South America and
We're coming in-
on into Australia
and over New Zealand
and I have never seen-
incredible-
beauty-
One of the excavators
on the exploratory satellite
number 5-8-12.
It seems like, uh,
the people here
are really, really sad,
and I'm just sort of
confused right now.
It seems as if
some sort of devise
has detonated here.
There is a lot of confusion-
Absolutely no ambulances
at all on the area-
We somehow got
control of the transmitter.
Its just chaos everywhere.
We are nearing the Bearing Strait
right now
and we're coming in
over Denmark.
Its-
Its really beautiful up here.
There's really no
way to describe
the sensation of
outer space travel,
I'll tell you what.
There's really nothing like this-
I've really never seen
anything quite so beautiful.
I hope you're listening to me
and I wish you were here with me.
We're just coming over
the Soviet Union.
There's a large firey mass-
Hold on, its uh-
its unbelievable.
I uh- I hope everything's
okay down there...
I certainly do...
Its like a, uh-
I don't know-
Excavator on an
exploratory satellite
number 5-8-12.
Oh, seems like uh,
hello?
Control, are you there?
Seems like there's
no one out there-
like hello?
Hello?
Hey guys?
Is there anyone left?
My God!
It killed all of them.
We've, uh, cleared
the Southern tip of
South America and
We're coming in-
on into Australia
and over New Zealand
and I have never seen-
incredible-
beauty-
One of the excavators
on the exploratory satellite
number 5-8-12.
It seems like, uh,
the people here
are really, really sad,
and I'm just sort of
confused right now.
It seems as if
some sort of devise
has detonated here.
There is a lot of confusion-
Absolutely no ambulances
at all on the area-
We somehow got
control of the transmitter.
Its just chaos everywhere.
We are nearing the Bearing Strait
right now
and we're coming in
over Denmark.
Its-
Its really beautiful up here.
There's really no
way to describe
the sensation of
outer space travel,
I'll tell you what.
There's really nothing like this-
I've really never seen
anything quite so beautiful.
I hope you're listening to me
and I wish you were here with me.
We're just coming over
the Soviet Union.
There's a large firey mass-
Hold on, its uh-
its unbelievable.
I uh- I hope everything's
okay down there...
I certainly do...
Its like a, uh-
I don't know-
Excavator on an
exploratory satellite
number 5-8-12.
Oh, seems like uh,
hello?
Control, are you there?
Seems like there's
no one out there-
like hello?
Hello?
Hey guys?
Is there anyone left?
My God!
It killed all of them.
They Came In Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
They came in the clothes that I'm in
And threw the phone at my wall
They were strangers
They drive in the car that I'm in
And you never see their faces at all
They were strangers
They drive in the car that I'm in
And you never see their faces at all
They know my fears and cry in my tears
Through a face without an eye at all
They came in the phone that I'm in
And threw the face on my wall
Know my tears and cry in my fears
Through an eye without a face at all
Face at all... face at all...
Face at all... face at all...
They came in the phone that I'm in
And threw the face on my wall
Know my fears and cry in my tears
Through a face without an eye at all
Aaahhh...
And threw the phone at my wall
They were strangers
They drive in the car that I'm in
And you never see their faces at all
They were strangers
They drive in the car that I'm in
And you never see their faces at all
They know my fears and cry in my tears
Through a face without an eye at all
They came in the phone that I'm in
And threw the face on my wall
Know my tears and cry in my fears
Through an eye without a face at all
Face at all... face at all...
Face at all... face at all...
They came in the phone that I'm in
And threw the face on my wall
Know my fears and cry in my tears
Through a face without an eye at all
Aaahhh...
Birds Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Alright what are we doing here? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.
aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
You're workin and you already stinks like a finger,
Roller Coaster lovely hair
You wanna pop a bubble out you know it's only trouble
cause you think that no one better can care
Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends
We go nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices that reminded you of voices
They say that nothin's really better today
I wanna hide, wanna be unknown,
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own
Say you got a leak you know the reason I want a bitch
Said the plais room that are leaving you scared
You're steady and your eye when you're tryin' seein' double
And you never know the places you've been
Can't see it can you hear real trip dine on air
Well something's ready better than they are
We couldn't tell it wanted and it almost broke my heart a situation like just a fair
You can never do anything that's never been done before
You can try a different style but you'll end up on the side of the floor, wasted
Instead of tryin' East and wide redifinded Thinkin' of
We got nothin better to say
Stand out in the gutter we would call a number time and then get a feelin' go away
Oh what hate, wanna be unknown,
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own
Tired of my own You know we like your sisters keep it like a movie in Maine
She calls at my gun and she leaves me at the bind the she's runnin'
I should clear the way
Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends
We got nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices with our minds and make our voices says that nothin's really better today
You can never do anything that's never been done before
You can try, a different style, but you always end up on the floor, wasted
aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
You're workin and you already stinks like a finger,
Roller Coaster lovely hair
You wanna pop a bubble out you know it's only trouble
cause you think that no one better can care
Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends
We go nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices that reminded you of voices
They say that nothin's really better today
I wanna hide, wanna be unknown,
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own
Say you got a leak you know the reason I want a bitch
Said the plais room that are leaving you scared
You're steady and your eye when you're tryin' seein' double
And you never know the places you've been
Can't see it can you hear real trip dine on air
Well something's ready better than they are
We couldn't tell it wanted and it almost broke my heart a situation like just a fair
You can never do anything that's never been done before
You can try a different style but you'll end up on the side of the floor, wasted
Instead of tryin' East and wide redifinded Thinkin' of
We got nothin better to say
Stand out in the gutter we would call a number time and then get a feelin' go away
Oh what hate, wanna be unknown,
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own
Tired of my own You know we like your sisters keep it like a movie in Maine
She calls at my gun and she leaves me at the bind the she's runnin'
I should clear the way
Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends
We got nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices with our minds and make our voices says that nothin's really better today
You can never do anything that's never been done before
You can try, a different style, but you always end up on the floor, wasted
Cough Syrup Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
She played for the Angels
I played for the tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big money on the line
Big my all the time yeah
There was big money on the line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin'
No there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall, yeah
There weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral and the car ran like a broken perculator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
There was big money on the line
And I heard that his brother was a viking
He liked to solve a problem with a gun
If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I know that your mother is a martyr
I heard she's got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I like to see the wood curl up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe
And I hate cough syrup it's true
You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup it's true
I played for the tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big money on the line
Big my all the time yeah
There was big money on the line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin'
No there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall, yeah
There weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral and the car ran like a broken perculator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
There was big money on the line
And I heard that his brother was a viking
He liked to solve a problem with a gun
If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I know that your mother is a martyr
I heard she's got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I like to see the wood curl up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe
And I hate cough syrup it's true
You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup it's true
Pepper Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Thermador Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
When I reach into my pocket
That's where I lose control yeah
There's a panther in my tree now
And as you heard roar
Get out of my life, get out my girlfriend
Before I lose her mind
Yeah our buddy gotta see you have it
Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down yeah
Round, Round, Round she goes
When I see the fuck-offs spur here
Sets me kind of on fire yeah
When I seize them son of a boyfriend
Gonna lose my mind
Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down
When I see you in my dreams now
Makes me wanna turn
I've seen my panther and I seen my whore now
I know what's good for whores yeah
Whatcha doin' girl in my dreams now
Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah
Hey there now better watch that sound everybody look what was going down yeah
That's where I lose control yeah
There's a panther in my tree now
And as you heard roar
Get out of my life, get out my girlfriend
Before I lose her mind
Yeah our buddy gotta see you have it
Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down yeah
Round, Round, Round she goes
When I see the fuck-offs spur here
Sets me kind of on fire yeah
When I seize them son of a boyfriend
Gonna lose my mind
Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down
When I see you in my dreams now
Makes me wanna turn
I've seen my panther and I seen my whore now
I know what's good for whores yeah
Whatcha doin' girl in my dreams now
Everybody knows freedom, you'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are dead yeah
Hey there now better watch that sound everybody look what was going down yeah
Ulcer Breakout Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever felt a gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches never certifited by law
Ever had a feeling of pleasure
Ever felt your eyes get shot
ever fall into the trunk yeah
So fast head over your balls
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall in love with a Chevy
Ever fall in love with a Ford
Ever felt the torque of a hemmi
Ever seen the face of the lord
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever felt a gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches never certified by law
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever felt a gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches never certifited by law
Ever had a feeling of pleasure
Ever felt your eyes get shot
ever fall into the trunk yeah
So fast head over your balls
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall in love with a Chevy
Ever fall in love with a Ford
Ever felt the torque of a hemmi
Ever seen the face of the lord
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever fall in love with a lie
Ever felt a gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches never certified by law
Jingle Of A Dog's Collar Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I was lookin' for the main line when I was
Workin' through a friend of mine but I
Couldn't seem to find the time
What do they know about love
What do they know about love
What do they know about love my friend
What do they know about love
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
What do they know about love
What do they know about love
What do they know about love my friend
What do they know about love
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
I was looking for the main line when I was
workin' for a friend of mine
What do they know about love
What do they know about love
Workin' through a friend of mine but I
Couldn't seem to find the time
What do they know about love
What do they know about love
What do they know about love my friend
What do they know about love
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
What do they know about love
What do they know about love
What do they know about love my friend
What do they know about love
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
I was looking for the main line when I was
workin' for a friend of mine
What do they know about love
What do they know about love
TV Star Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Seen her dancin on the Sunset Strip
Bell-bottom jeans and her curvy hips
Seen her sittin there with her boyfriend
Good lookin' fellow but he's lookin' kinda thin
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you sooooo
Remember that day we played pool
I saw your bedroom and we ate B-BQ
Barbie came from her trip down town
Fifty up and Forty down
Love ya more than the sun and the sky
Gotta kiss and hug ya before I die
Something else that you oughta know too,
did something weird
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Been watchin' TV as the years go by
Seen em' born and I seen them die
Something else that you oughta know too
I like a girl named Ellen more than you
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Seen her dancin on the Sunset Strip
Bell-bottom jeans and her curvy hips
Seen her sittin there with her boyfriend
Good lookin' fellow but he's lookin' kinda thin
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you sooooo
Remember that day we played pool
I saw your bedroom and we ate B-BQ
Barbie came from her trip down town
Fifty up and Forty down
Love ya more than the sun and the sky
Gotta kiss and hug ya before I die
Something else that you oughta know too,
did something weird
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Been watchin' TV as the years go by
Seen em' born and I seen them die
Something else that you oughta know too
I like a girl named Ellen more than you
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
My Brother's Wife Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I am not a priss, my brother's wife
There was a time when I thought that the longer
Am I a slave to my mind oh, ahhhhhh
My brother's wife
I know it's not right, what I'm thinking deny me
My brother's wife
I will always stay
My brother's wife
I know, shh
My brother's wife
I share the secret requests of the clown
There is no denying me
I must have my brother's wife's breasts
Total babe, what's wrong?
My brother's wife and her car, her ass
I am in love with my brother's wife and her breasts
Sadly I turn to the left and I see
My brother's wife's breasts
I really must be off
Oh it hurts to laugh
My brother's wife, please help
No, no, no, not my brother's wife's breasts
Oh God
There was a time when I thought that the longer
Am I a slave to my mind oh, ahhhhhh
My brother's wife
I know it's not right, what I'm thinking deny me
My brother's wife
I will always stay
My brother's wife
I know, shh
My brother's wife
I share the secret requests of the clown
There is no denying me
I must have my brother's wife's breasts
Total babe, what's wrong?
My brother's wife and her car, her ass
I am in love with my brother's wife and her breasts
Sadly I turn to the left and I see
My brother's wife's breasts
I really must be off
Oh it hurts to laugh
My brother's wife, please help
No, no, no, not my brother's wife's breasts
Oh God
Ah Ha Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Hello Monday seems like Friday
Happened just the other day
Tuesday came for Friday morning
Then it started up again
What would I do Monday's through
Nothing seems to change
I guess I'll have for wait for Friday
Turn into another day
Turn into another day
Turn into another day now
(I'm not tired but I got it ready da da dao
Get it out that little client da da dao)
Hello no one how will I be
Doing nothing till tomorrow
Somethin' told me no one called to tell me
Nothin' will be home
Some how couldn't I find the words
Can be used to tell my story
Guess you'll have to take the risk
Because it might be rather boring
Yeah it might be rather boring
Might be rather boring to you
Could it be an atrophy
Of memories or loss of vision
Maybe it's I can't recall situations or the places
Perhaps I should be happy with
Many things I can't remember
Battle through the solitude
Get another lonely winter
Get another lonely winter
Get another lonely winter
Half of time I got it right da da dao
Get around without little Bryan da da dao
Hold me stealin' liver garden da da dao
Is it slippin' or am I dyin' ya da da
Happened just the other day
Tuesday came for Friday morning
Then it started up again
What would I do Monday's through
Nothing seems to change
I guess I'll have for wait for Friday
Turn into another day
Turn into another day
Turn into another day now
(I'm not tired but I got it ready da da dao
Get it out that little client da da dao)
Hello no one how will I be
Doing nothing till tomorrow
Somethin' told me no one called to tell me
Nothin' will be home
Some how couldn't I find the words
Can be used to tell my story
Guess you'll have to take the risk
Because it might be rather boring
Yeah it might be rather boring
Might be rather boring to you
Could it be an atrophy
Of memories or loss of vision
Maybe it's I can't recall situations or the places
Perhaps I should be happy with
Many things I can't remember
Battle through the solitude
Get another lonely winter
Get another lonely winter
Get another lonely winter
Half of time I got it right da da dao
Get around without little Bryan da da dao
Hold me stealin' liver garden da da dao
Is it slippin' or am I dyin' ya da da
The Lord Is A Monkey Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Ahhhh...
The Lord is a monkey
Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass
Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down
Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town.
Ha Ha Ha!
Ahhhhh...
Well she was a Hare Krishna in the Ashram Bed
She was sellin' 'get sky' and had funky-ass hair
She pooed in my mouth and she threw me on the bed
Where she cut off my balls and she sewed them to my head
Well she's heading back East in a 67 Caddy
Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
Well I real did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got her dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Ahhhhh...
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass
The Lord is a monkey
Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass
Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down
Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town.
Ha Ha Ha!
Ahhhhh...
Well she was a Hare Krishna in the Ashram Bed
She was sellin' 'get sky' and had funky-ass hair
She pooed in my mouth and she threw me on the bed
Where she cut off my balls and she sewed them to my head
Well she's heading back East in a 67 Caddy
Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
Well I real did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got her dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Ahhhhh...
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass
Let's Talk About Cars Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
[A man and woman speaking in French]
Goodbye benediction
Goodbye gasoline
Goodbye paranoia
Goodbye sleeze
[Again speaking in French]
Goodbye Hari Kirshna
It's been the best
Goodbye Earth
Goodbye Patricia Nixon's breasts
[Speaking in French]
[Laughing/crowd murmurs/talking]
Would you like to talk about cars?
Yeah
Let's talk about cars
Goodbye benediction
Goodbye gasoline
Goodbye paranoia
Goodbye sleeze
[Again speaking in French]
Goodbye Hari Kirshna
It's been the best
Goodbye Earth
Goodbye Patricia Nixon's breasts
[Speaking in French]
[Laughing/crowd murmurs/talking]
Would you like to talk about cars?
Yeah
Let's talk about cars
L.A. Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Yeah!
I don't care
What I say
I don't care about it anyway
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around tonight
Yeah!
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around round here
Gonna be round here
Gonna be
Gonna be in trouble
Trouble!
I don't care what they say
I don't care
What I say
I don't care about it anyway
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around tonight
Yeah!
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around round here
Gonna be round here
Gonna be
Gonna be in trouble
Trouble!
I don't care what they say
Who Was In My Room Last Night? Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I'm flying...
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, flying away, I'm flying away
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying
All night long, my body burned
The sheets were wet and cold
The lights were on, my eyes were gone
And any second lose control
The pounding on my window's
Just the pounding in my head
I wonder who was in my room last night
Who the hell was in my bed?
There must have been a body there
I swear I felt some flesh
It took a little time, but I figured they were mine
There were fingers going down my chest
My mouth went through the ceiling
And my body fell to the floor
I couldn't find a key 'cause there was no hole I could see
And someone had moved the door
The cops, the priest, the crisis line
And no one really had a clue
No one to tell us who was touchin' me
Or exactly what I could do
My throat was dry, my hopes were high
But nothing really ever got said
But who was in my room last night?
Who the hell was in my bed?
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, flying away, I'm flying away
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying
All night long, my body burned
The sheets were wet and cold
The lights were on, my eyes were gone
And any second lose control
The pounding on my window's
Just the pounding in my head
I wonder who was in my room last night
Who the hell was in my bed?
There must have been a body there
I swear I felt some flesh
It took a little time, but I figured they were mine
There were fingers going down my chest
My mouth went through the ceiling
And my body fell to the floor
I couldn't find a key 'cause there was no hole I could see
And someone had moved the door
The cops, the priest, the crisis line
And no one really had a clue
No one to tell us who was touchin' me
Or exactly what I could do
My throat was dry, my hopes were high
But nothing really ever got said
But who was in my room last night?
Who the hell was in my bed?
The Wooden Song Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Take me, break me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry
Go with me, show me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die
Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans
Into the kitchen and out the back gate
Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way
Round to the ground where I know I must stay
Take me, break me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry
Go with me, show me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die
Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans
Circled in secrets, playing a game
Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way
Round to a town where they don't know your name
Together....for a while....ain't no good
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry
Go with me, show me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die
Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans
Into the kitchen and out the back gate
Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way
Round to the ground where I know I must stay
Take me, break me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry
Go with me, show me
Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die
Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans
Circled in secrets, playing a game
Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way
Round to a town where they don't know your name
Together....for a while....ain't no good
Tongue Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I can't believe it
Talking to people here
Cowboys and Indians
Have taken control
It really was a wild one
But summer has come and gone
A lot of nice people would fade away
Hold back seasons
Take back the memory
Hold on to something
Better hold on to you
It really was a wild one
But summer has come and gone
A lot of nice people would fade away
Talking to people here
Cowboys and Indians
Have taken control
It really was a wild one
But summer has come and gone
A lot of nice people would fade away
Hold back seasons
Take back the memory
Hold on to something
Better hold on to you
It really was a wild one
But summer has come and gone
A lot of nice people would fade away
Goofy's Concern Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about the FBI
I don't give a fuck about the CIA
I don't give a fuck about LSD
I don't give a fuck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a fuck about it anyway
I don't give a fuck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a fuck about every last thing
I don't care who you want me to be
I don't care what you want me to see
I could give a fuck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about you mommy and dad
I don't give a fuck about the things you had
I don't give a fuck about the way you do
All I ever fuckin' think about it you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Strawberry
I don't give a fuck about the FBI
I don't give a fuck about the CIA
I don't give a fuck about LSD
I don't give a fuck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a fuck about it anyway
I don't give a fuck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a fuck about every last thing
I don't care who you want me to be
I don't care what you want me to see
I could give a fuck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about you mommy and dad
I don't give a fuck about the things you had
I don't give a fuck about the way you do
All I ever fuckin' think about it you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Strawberry
Dog Inside Your Body Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I know you love me, darling
and I love you
every time I touch your face
everytime I choose
I love the feeling
of loving you
I'm tired of touching
I wanna cut on through
I love you darling
everything you do
I want to be there when you feel them cutting through
I feel you
I need you
I want you
I know you love me
I hear your call
You know I'll be there
but after, after
all that I've seen you
do inside your bed
don't you think you could replay them
once inside my head?
I remember (Steven)
he remembers you
knows all the things you tell me
everything you do
I feel you
I need you
I want you
Why don't you call me
you never leave a note
you got a dog inside your body
he's got you by the throat
I really love you
wanna feel your pain
wanna drag you across the ground
and out inside the rain
gotta feel you darling
gotta have you here
gotta be there when they cut you
gotta feel your fear
I love you in the morning
Need you in the fall
I want to see them cut you
feel you feel you when you crawl
why don't you call me
you never leave a note
you got a dog inside your body
it's got you by the throat
and I love you
every time I touch your face
everytime I choose
I love the feeling
of loving you
I'm tired of touching
I wanna cut on through
I love you darling
everything you do
I want to be there when you feel them cutting through
I feel you
I need you
I want you
I know you love me
I hear your call
You know I'll be there
but after, after
all that I've seen you
do inside your bed
don't you think you could replay them
once inside my head?
I remember (Steven)
he remembers you
knows all the things you tell me
everything you do
I feel you
I need you
I want you
Why don't you call me
you never leave a note
you got a dog inside your body
he's got you by the throat
I really love you
wanna feel your pain
wanna drag you across the ground
and out inside the rain
gotta feel you darling
gotta have you here
gotta be there when they cut you
gotta feel your fear
I love you in the morning
Need you in the fall
I want to see them cut you
feel you feel you when you crawl
why don't you call me
you never leave a note
you got a dog inside your body
it's got you by the throat
Strawberry Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Ten, Ten years
Ten years too young to die
Too many times I tried to talk you still don't understand
Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man
But still it's time for me to come, I really want to know
Is it time for me to come, or time for me to go
(some talking that I will get later)
Sunday morning got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Ten, Ten years
Ten years too young to die
Ten, nine
Eight, seven six, six, six
Too many times you tried to talk I still don't understand
Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man
But still it's time for me to come I really want to know
Is it time for me to stay, or time for me to go
(some more talking)
Sunday Monday got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Thursday Friday got nothing to show
got to be this month I just don't know
Sunday Monday got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Wedsenday Thursday got nothing to show
why don't you tell me something I don't know
Ten years too young to die
Too many times I tried to talk you still don't understand
Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man
But still it's time for me to come, I really want to know
Is it time for me to come, or time for me to go
(some talking that I will get later)
Sunday morning got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Ten, Ten years
Ten years too young to die
Ten, nine
Eight, seven six, six, six
Too many times you tried to talk I still don't understand
Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man
But still it's time for me to come I really want to know
Is it time for me to stay, or time for me to go
(some more talking)
Sunday Monday got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Thursday Friday got nothing to show
got to be this month I just don't know
Sunday Monday got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Wedsenday Thursday got nothing to show
why don't you tell me something I don't know
Dancing Fool Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Yeah
Now I'm a dancin' fool!
Whoo!
Dance in this place!
Dance against something
Whoo!
It is nice to pogo!
I'll know I'll be back for more!
Whoo!
Dance like cancer!
Fuck you! I'm a dancin' fool!
Just like cancer
I am the dancing fool
Dance with me
I am the disco king
Right before
I know she'll be back for more
Now I'm a dancin' fool!
Whoo!
Dance in this place!
Dance against something
Whoo!
It is nice to pogo!
I'll know I'll be back for more!
Whoo!
Dance like cancer!
Fuck you! I'm a dancin' fool!
Just like cancer
I am the dancing fool
Dance with me
I am the disco king
Right before
I know she'll be back for more
You Don't Know Me Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
You don't know me
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
Taking trips, instead of reading rhymes
You want to take a tip
and redefine your mind
(there's a brain to the side of dawn)
Taking trips inside your pretty mind,
Won't have to go too far,
there's nothing there to find
(there's a brain to the side of dawn)
You want to see me ruined
You don't know me
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
Taking trips, instead of reading rhymes
You want to take a tip
and redefine your mind
(there's a brain to the side of dawn)
Taking trips inside your pretty mind,
Won't have to go too far,
there's nothing there to find
(there's a brain to the side of dawn)
You want to see me ruined
You don't know me
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
The Annoying Song Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Holy man get you hands down out of 25 (some strange yelling type thing) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Go ahead and leave ya
When she said to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gonna have a lady baby (some other weird yell)
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone and had to leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Go ahead and leave ya
Do ya gone and had a lady baby now AAAAAAAAAAAA!
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Go ahead and see ya
When she had to see me
Said you had a lady baby (another scream)
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Gone ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said you gone ahead and leave ya baby
Why the fuck did I drive by
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
But hey
Gone ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me sayin'
You gonna have to leave me god dammit huaaaaaa!
Silent noise, that's what I said
Fucking mad, again!
Go ahead and leave ya
When she said to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gonna have a lady baby (some other weird yell)
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone and had to leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Go ahead and leave ya
Do ya gone and had a lady baby now AAAAAAAAAAAA!
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Go ahead and see ya
When she had to see me
Said you had a lady baby (another scream)
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
Believe me
Gone ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said you gone ahead and leave ya baby
Why the fuck did I drive by
Go ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me
Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby
Right on your gun,
But hey
Gone ahead and leave ya
When she had to see me sayin'
You gonna have to leave me god dammit huaaaaaa!
Silent noise, that's what I said
Fucking mad, again!
Dust Devil Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand
I don't ever fuck with the dust devil
He's got the power of an upright in his goddamn hand!
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Satan becomes a (?) and wind is as hot as a flame
The bodies fly right through the line
Or phase mister without pain
I grab onto a falling hand or walk into a door
But discovered that I was just buying a pound
Of turkey at the liquor store
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon, man
And hit the motherfuckin' road
I (I'm not even going to attempt it.)
Exactly like the picture told
The desert sky before my eyes
Had burned into a sea
A flaming mass of oil and gas
And screams of ecstasy
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand
I don't ever fuck with the dust devil
He's got the power of an upright in his goddamn hand!
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Satan becomes a (?) and wind is as hot as a flame
The bodies fly right through the line
Or phase mister without pain
I grab onto a falling hand or walk into a door
But discovered that I was just buying a pound
Of turkey at the liquor store
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon, man
And hit the motherfuckin' road
I (I'm not even going to attempt it.)
Exactly like the picture told
The desert sky before my eyes
Had burned into a sea
A flaming mass of oil and gas
And screams of ecstasy
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The Ballad Of Naked Man Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Naked man, Naked man
Passing through Naked land
Naked man, Naked man
In the sand where is your hand
Naked man, Naked man, please go back to Naked land
So I'm sorry this is all we could make
It's a sign of a naked in the dome (or something like that)
Naked all of Monday, naked all year long
Naked is never right, naked is always wrong
So get the hell away from me
You god damn naked man
Go the fuck away from me
Back to Naked land
Naked man, Naked man
Passing through Naked land
Naked man, Naked man
In the sand where is your hand
Naked man, Naked man, please go back to Naked land
Naked man in Denver
Naked past sleep
Naked isn't dirty
Naked isn't clean
Naked isn't fun
Naked isn't nice
Naked lasts forever
So fold those naked eyes
Naked in the morning,
Naked all night long
So Paul is a naked lady (I think that's it)
Passing through Naked land
Naked man, Naked man
In the sand where is your hand
Naked man, Naked man, please go back to Naked land
So I'm sorry this is all we could make
It's a sign of a naked in the dome (or something like that)
Naked all of Monday, naked all year long
Naked is never right, naked is always wrong
So get the hell away from me
You god damn naked man
Go the fuck away from me
Back to Naked land
Naked man, Naked man
Passing through Naked land
Naked man, Naked man
In the sand where is your hand
Naked man, Naked man, please go back to Naked land
Naked man in Denver
Naked past sleep
Naked isn't dirty
Naked isn't clean
Naked isn't fun
Naked isn't nice
Naked lasts forever
So fold those naked eyes
Naked in the morning,
Naked all night long
So Paul is a naked lady (I think that's it)
Revolution Part 2 Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Come on everybody now you got to understand,
In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man,
Wait a second, people, now, you got to get a plan,
We're gonna have a revolution and we don't even need to know why,
Brothers (brothers), Sisters too (sisters too),
Revolution...don't know what to do, yeah!
Come on everybody now, you got to get a life, ya,
In these times of revolution, and you must be prepared to die,
But wait a second people, don't you think its got a little out of hand,
In these times of counter-revolution you're gonna encounter
a counter-revolutionary man, oh
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary [etc...]
In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man,
Wait a second, people, now, you got to get a plan,
We're gonna have a revolution and we don't even need to know why,
Brothers (brothers), Sisters too (sisters too),
Revolution...don't know what to do, yeah!
Come on everybody now, you got to get a life, ya,
In these times of revolution, and you must be prepared to die,
But wait a second people, don't you think its got a little out of hand,
In these times of counter-revolution you're gonna encounter
a counter-revolutionary man, oh
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary [etc...]
Lonesome Bulldog Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Get along lonesome bulldog it's turning to spring
Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again
Though it's raining, stop complaining
There's a long road to bear
Get along lonesome bulldog
Get along over there
Get along lonesome bulldog in spring
[Spoken] Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed
raggedy-headed boy that grew
up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison
county, and there he grew
up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who
refused to buy the family
Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for
convertables, blonde-headed
women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little
Mohatma Ghandi, get along
in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three
hundred miles an hour,
and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because
his strangely
turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding.
Mohatma Ghandi had a
tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in
the House of
Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He
met up with Mary-Jo
Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along
little Mohatma
Ghandi, get along in the Spring.
Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again
Though it's raining, stop complaining
There's a long road to bear
Get along lonesome bulldog
Get along over there
Get along lonesome bulldog in spring
[Spoken] Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed
raggedy-headed boy that grew
up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison
county, and there he grew
up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who
refused to buy the family
Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for
convertables, blonde-headed
women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little
Mohatma Ghandi, get along
in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three
hundred miles an hour,
and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because
his strangely
turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding.
Mohatma Ghandi had a
tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in
the House of
Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He
met up with Mary-Jo
Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along
little Mohatma
Ghandi, get along in the Spring.
The Hurdy Gurdy Man Lyrics – Butthole Surfers (originally by Donovan)
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquillity.
'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Histories of ages past
Unenlightened shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity.
'Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Here comes the roly poly man and he's singing songs of love,
Roly poly, roly poly, roly poly, poly he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang,
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquillity.
'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Histories of ages past
Unenlightened shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity.
'Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Here comes the roly poly man and he's singing songs of love,
Roly poly, roly poly, roly poly, poly he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang,
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang
Something Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
I saw the sun rising up over my daddy's grave
And I ate some cheese and rice today
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
She been talking, talking behind my back
This time she's gonna bleed
You talking to me? [x7]
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
I saw the sun rising up over my daddy's grave
And I ate some cheese and rice today
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
She been talking behind my back again
This time she's going to bleed
aaaohhhwwww!
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me last night
Cuz when I kicked her in the teeth she was out the door
I just know she'll be back for more
Something she said to me
I saw the sun rising up over my daddy's grave
And I ate some cheese and rice today
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
She been talking, talking behind my back
This time she's gonna bleed
You talking to me? [x7]
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
I saw the sun rising up over my daddy's grave
And I ate some cheese and rice today
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me
She been talking behind my back again
This time she's going to bleed
aaaohhhwwww!
Something she said to me last night
Something she said to me last night
Cuz when I kicked her in the teeth she was out the door
I just know she'll be back for more
P.S.Y. Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Here we go....
Here we go....
All I see inside my head
is (Gentle silent secret snow)
with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know.
No one would believe that she was running away
she packed up her belongings and she was gone
the very next day
Nikki was in the KKK
and Lisa was a Nazi too
they both had half a brain
so together they were sane
and looked about as smart as their shoes
Now Nikki got word through the underground
that Mona was Lisa's real name
She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck
That's about all she could (gain)
I'm still sleepin' in
The graveyard is weepin'
They're catching angels as they fall
I know you don't believe it
but she really should believe it
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall
(I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.)
No one would believe that she was running away
she packed up her belongings and she was gone
the very next day
Nikki never wanted any children at all
and Terry was Courtney's little girl
she turned tricks in a white trash mall
and shot dope with Cecil at home
she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
she held it right up to his head
his glasses fell at first
but they were followed by a burst
of fiery hot balls of lead
Time's still sleepin' in
The graveyard is weepin'
they're catching angels as they fall
I know you don't believe it
but I really should be leaving
she fell in love with Lauren Bacall
(Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove))
No one would believe that she was running away
she packed up her belongings and she was gone
the very next day
Here we go....
All I see inside my head
is (Gentle silent secret snow)
with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know.
No one would believe that she was running away
she packed up her belongings and she was gone
the very next day
Nikki was in the KKK
and Lisa was a Nazi too
they both had half a brain
so together they were sane
and looked about as smart as their shoes
Now Nikki got word through the underground
that Mona was Lisa's real name
She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck
That's about all she could (gain)
I'm still sleepin' in
The graveyard is weepin'
They're catching angels as they fall
I know you don't believe it
but she really should believe it
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall
(I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.)
No one would believe that she was running away
she packed up her belongings and she was gone
the very next day
Nikki never wanted any children at all
and Terry was Courtney's little girl
she turned tricks in a white trash mall
and shot dope with Cecil at home
she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
she held it right up to his head
his glasses fell at first
but they were followed by a burst
of fiery hot balls of lead
Time's still sleepin' in
The graveyard is weepin'
they're catching angels as they fall
I know you don't believe it
but I really should be leaving
she fell in love with Lauren Bacall
(Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove))
No one would believe that she was running away
she packed up her belongings and she was gone
the very next day
Helicopter Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
OOOW! AH! OW! OW!
I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea
and if you've got to rock your boat,
come rock your boat withouwwww
babybaybybabehnow
OW! OW! OW!
I am just a helicopter a-spinnin up in the breeze
and if you've got no air baby,
come spin into my sleep
(come spit into my sleeve)
Wait a second baby now,
there's something I should know.
Are you just what you say you are?
Or are you just a whooooaaaaww
preacher..doctor..
I feel like a cantaloupe.
Your mind is just a knife.
And if you want to purge my seeds,
you got to take my life..
Preacher.man.
Now wait a second, baby, now.
There's something I should tell.
Cause if you're not what you say you are,
you gotta go to hellll.
preacher.man.whoatouchmenow.(doctor)preacher
doctorman. You cannot touchme there. Preacher
dont touch me there, doctor Preacher! Don't touchme there,doctor!
OW!(about 3 more minutes of abuse by the preacher and the doctor)
I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea
and if you've got to rock your boat,
come rock your boat withouwwww
babybaybybabehnow
OW! OW! OW!
I am just a helicopter a-spinnin up in the breeze
and if you've got no air baby,
come spin into my sleep
(come spit into my sleeve)
Wait a second baby now,
there's something I should know.
Are you just what you say you are?
Or are you just a whooooaaaaww
preacher..doctor..
I feel like a cantaloupe.
Your mind is just a knife.
And if you want to purge my seeds,
you got to take my life..
Preacher.man.
Now wait a second, baby, now.
There's something I should tell.
Cause if you're not what you say you are,
you gotta go to hellll.
preacher.man.whoatouchmenow.(doctor)preacher
doctorman. You cannot touchme there. Preacher
dont touch me there, doctor Preacher! Don't touchme there,doctor!
OW!(about 3 more minutes of abuse by the preacher and the doctor)
Bong Song Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
(Bong gurgling, bong toking gasp)
A strange lie
(??)
(??)
We'll (??) some
And walking through fields
So that quiet frustration
while we (??) with dishrags
And we'll be just fine
And I crawl through the dark
without hestitaion
for a place where in (??)
will pick out my eyes
And I got to that place
and will release my face
with their own eyes
Whistling cowboys
(??) like weasels
They ride in on horses
they blow on my balls
And I tried to listen
but I was just leaving
they tanked out my entrails
and spat on the wall
Well, the trains (??)
(??) to believe in
I found myself naked
in a suburban mall
I roll on my side
and I nimbly ride
so I ride
A messenger came with the news
from the belly
of 25 pimps
collapsed on the lawn
And strangely enough
the illicit vibrations
encoded with light rays
and walked through the dawn
And I asked them to tell me
without meditation
they led me through hillsides
where all life was gone
When I got the place
I fell on my face
because they lied.
(bong related coughing)
A strange lie
(??)
(??)
We'll (??) some
And walking through fields
So that quiet frustration
while we (??) with dishrags
And we'll be just fine
And I crawl through the dark
without hestitaion
for a place where in (??)
will pick out my eyes
And I got to that place
and will release my face
with their own eyes
Whistling cowboys
(??) like weasels
They ride in on horses
they blow on my balls
And I tried to listen
but I was just leaving
they tanked out my entrails
and spat on the wall
Well, the trains (??)
(??) to believe in
I found myself naked
in a suburban mall
I roll on my side
and I nimbly ride
so I ride
A messenger came with the news
from the belly
of 25 pimps
collapsed on the lawn
And strangely enough
the illicit vibrations
encoded with light rays
and walked through the dawn
And I asked them to tell me
without meditation
they led me through hillsides
where all life was gone
When I got the place
I fell on my face
because they lied.
(bong related coughing)
The Colored FBI Guy Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
I don't know just how it started
We got covered up of the sky
his body and his mind have parted
you can see it happen in his eyes
I don't know just what they're for
cones and rods and bars and arrows
dots and dashing eyes that roll
right into sight and out,
out of control
I don't know just what they're there for
flashing lights in passing mirrors
dashing eyes with dots that roll
right in my mouth and out,
out of control
I don't know just how it happened
there was glass in from of the sky
my body and my face got shattered
I hope I'm together when I die
We got covered up of the sky
his body and his mind have parted
you can see it happen in his eyes
I don't know just what they're for
cones and rods and bars and arrows
dots and dashing eyes that roll
right into sight and out,
out of control
I don't know just what they're there for
flashing lights in passing mirrors
dashing eyes with dots that roll
right in my mouth and out,
out of control
I don't know just how it happened
there was glass in from of the sky
my body and my face got shattered
I hope I'm together when I die
I Saw An X-Ray Of A Girl Passing Gas Lyrics – Butthole Surfers
Ten foot tall and the nurse stuck a needle in my arm
Well Uncle Doc's nurse use a needle with ungodly charm
Walkin' down the hall the dentist LOOMED through the door
I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas
The one shot theory got a query things got rolling at last
Hey, HEY hey daddy, why die in the war
Jesus Hitler Buddha Santa Mary Klaus Barbie (Rice Bore?)
Well Death got arrested and the sky was the ocean that day
Words got twisted and history didn't know what to say
God dog sex death life and now I'm feeling old
These images were conjured up by talking on the telephone
I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas
Oh my God it seems like just the other day
But it might have been one hundred years before
And I know there is no other way
We only have to wonder what it's for
Well Uncle Doc's nurse use a needle with ungodly charm
Walkin' down the hall the dentist LOOMED through the door
I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas
The one shot theory got a query things got rolling at last
Hey, HEY hey daddy, why die in the war
Jesus Hitler Buddha Santa Mary Klaus Barbie (Rice Bore?)
Well Death got arrested and the sky was the ocean that day
Words got twisted and history didn't know what to say
God dog sex death life and now I'm feeling old
These images were conjured up by talking on the telephone
I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing gas
Oh my God it seems like just the other day
But it might have been one hundred years before
And I know there is no other way
We only have to wonder what it's for
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