The Butthole Surfers - Dracula From Houston | Текст песни

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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 gotta paint it red.

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that will 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 brick
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' out of line
Put the end against the moon 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 will 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 Dallas 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 will 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' with disbelief out at the gloom, I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years, started playing it for a couple of beers
The 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 will 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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