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
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" Butthole surf [unverified] I was ridin' my cruiser In West Hollywood A girl came up to me And she was lookin' mighty good I was eating quaaludes Like 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
I knew he would do something very odd...
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
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
Ever fall in love with a line Ever fall in love with a line Ever felt your gun for the trigger Ever fell so fast you could die Got to be at least 500
And all the sailors who were junkies All went sailing out to sea And the white man sold qualopes to the monkeys And they all died high up in the trees
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
Here in Monday seems like Friday Happened just the other day Tuesday faked for Friday morning Then it started up again What would I do Monday's through
To Parter And all the sailors who were junkies All went sailing out to sea And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys And they all died high
You want the people to be the people That want the people who love you You need the people to show the facts Instead again they shot you Want the people
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
girl came up to me and she was lookin' mighty good... I was eating quaaludes like butthole surfers should She left me there where I stood BUTTHOLE SURF
Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke, And its for his Mom, its about his Mom, Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern
When criminals in this world appear, And break the laws that they should fear, And frighten all who see or hear, The call goes out both far and near,