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from Mission : Impossible 2 (미션 임파서블 2) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (2000)
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... |
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from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America (비비스와 버트헤드) [ost] (1995)
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's worth of gas Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass Outside of Phoenix where the gimmick broke down Fucked that cracker for his rig and she was out of that town. HA HA HA HAA Well she was a hare krishne in the ashwam bed She was sellin' (?) Had a funky-ass head Well she put food in my mouth and she threw me on the bed And she cut off my balls and she sewed 'em to my head Well she's headin' back east in a 57 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 really 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 a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye 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's worth of gas Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass |
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from Spawn (스폰) by Graeme Revell [ost] (1997)
We had time and so did I time and time again
Shook our clothes into the river never lost a friend Simple times they came in t-shirts help me move the sand In my room I keep my love a tiny rubberband We got 15 stitches and a visit from the man If I'd been told I'd not have sold that tiny rubberband Shook our clothes into the river never lost a friend In my room I keep my love a tiny rubberband Shook my clothes into the river never lost a friend In my room I keep my love a tiny rubberband |
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from William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet (로미오와 줄리엣) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2007)
TYBALT SPEAKING:
Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues. I had a dream last night 'Cause it looked just like a dream, I had a dream last night But it looked unlike a dream, Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts Make me a suit so I can get it off, Heaven help me, my head is spin'n round, Stop this airplane cause I got to get down I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, right on, Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis, And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove It was a scream last night It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever) I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream, She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, I had to scream last night Lord of Love I didn't know where to shake my butt Walked backwards, fucked like a fox I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box Three a.m. at five o'clock And one of us leaves, and I got shot! Shot me down Yeah, whatever, rock out That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch |
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from William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet (로미오와 줄리엣) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2007)
TYBALT SPEAKING:
Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues. I had a dream last night 'Cause it looked just like a dream, I had a dream last night But it looked unlike a dream, Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts Make me a suit so I can get it off, Heaven help me, my head is spin'n round, Stop this airplane cause I got to get down I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, right on, Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis, And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove It was a scream last night It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever) I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream, She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, I had to scream last night Lord of Love I didn't know where to shake my butt Walked backwards, fucked like a fox I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box Three a.m. at five o'clock And one of us leaves, and I got shot! Shot me down Yeah, whatever, rock out That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
I'm flying (x22)
All night long, my body burned White sheets all wet and cold The lights were on, my eyes were gone And any second lose control The pounding in my window Is just the pounding in my head I wonder who was in my room last night Who the hell was in my bed? Ow! 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 through the floor I couldn't find the key 'cause there was no one I could see And something went through the door Ow! The cops, the priest, the crisis line And nobody had a clue No one could tell who was touching me Or exactly what I should do My throat was dry and my hopes were high But nothing really ever got said Who was in my room last night? Who the hell was in my bed? Ow! |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
You don't know me
You just know my name You want to see me ruined I know that's your game realize There's nothin left at all You want to see me ruined or not at all Taking trips, instead of reading rhymes You want to take a tip and redefine your mind realize (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 realize there's a brain this side of dawn??????) You want to see me ruined or not at all You don't know me You just know my name You want to see me ruined I know that's your game realize There's nothin left at all You want to see me ruined or not at all |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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! |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon (1993)
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) |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car Like a dog but I don't watch her show Spend my time with the Radio Seen her dancing on the Sunset Strip Bellbottomed Jeans, and a-curvy hips Seen her sitting there with her boyfriend Good looking fella but he's looking kinda thin Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina I love you so Remember that day we played pool I saw your bedroom and we ate barbeque Bobby came from a trip down town Fifty up and forty down Love you more than the sun and the sky Gotta kiss and hug you [be]fore I die Something else that you ought to know to Did something wierd Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina I love you so I'm in love with a TV star She drove me home in her Lexus car Like a dog but I don't watch her show Spend my time with the Radio Been watching TV as the years go by I've seen 'em born, and I've seen 'em die Something else you aught know to I like a girl named Helen [could be Ellen] more than you Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina A la la la la Christina I love you so |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
[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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Pioughed (2003)
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from Butthole Surfers - Pioughed (2003)
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... ) |
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from Butthole Surfers - Pioughed (2003)
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. |
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from Butthole Surfers - Pioughed (2003)
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 |
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from Butthole Surfers - Pioughed (2003)
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 |
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