Butthole Surfers - Dracula From Houston Lyrics

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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 â€~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

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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

Rebel Joe, wigin' Jane. where will he go and where's the brain

Es de noche, enchillada, pinche cabrón dí 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 â€~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 â€oethis 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

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