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

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

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.

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... )

I knew he would do something very odd...

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

[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

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

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

(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.

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)