I'm flying
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
Flying away (I'm flying away)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying (I'm flying)
I'm flying
All night long, my body burned
The sheets were wet and cold
The lights were on, my eyes were gone
And at any second I'd lose control
The pounding on my windows
Was just the pounding in my head
I wonder who was in my room that night
Who the hell was in my bed? Aw
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 to the floor
I couldn't find a key 'cause there was no hole I could see
And someone had moved the door, aw
The cops, the priest, the crisis line
And no one really had a clue
No one to tell us who was touchin' me
Or exactly what I should do
My throat was dry, my hopes were high
But nothing really ever got said
Who was in my room that night?
Who the hell was in my bed? Aw
Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon Album Lyrics
Butthole Surfers - Independent Worm Saloon Lyrics
Writer: Gibson Jerome Haynes, Jeffrey Pinkus, Paul Leary Walthall, Jeffrey Coffey
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Wooden Song
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
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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Tongue
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
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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Chewin' George Lucas' Chocolate
I don't give a f*ck about the FBI
I don't give a f*ck about the CIA
I don't give a f*ck about LSD
I don't give a f*ck about anything
"Shit man, we're gettin' pulled over"
"Roll down the window"
"Hold on a second"
"You gotta cigarrete?"
"Hold on a second"
"May I see your driver's liscence and registration?"
"Certainly"
"Whatcha doin?"
"Chewin' chocalate"
"Where'd ya get it?"
"Doggy dropped it"
"Carry on"
I don't give a f*ck about the CIA
I don't give a f*ck about LSD
I don't give a f*ck about anything
"Shit man, we're gettin' pulled over"
"Roll down the window"
"Hold on a second"
"You gotta cigarrete?"
"Hold on a second"
"May I see your driver's liscence and registration?"
"Certainly"
"Whatcha doin?"
"Chewin' chocalate"
"Where'd ya get it?"
"Doggy dropped it"
"Carry on"
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Goofys Concern
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a f*ck about the FBI
I don't give a f*ck about the CIA
I don't give a f*ck about LSD
I don't give a f*ck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a f*ck about it anyway
I don't give a f*ck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a f*ck 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 f*ck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a f*ck about you mommy and dad
I don't give a f*ck about the things you had
I don't give a f*ck about the way you do
All I ever f*ckin' think about is you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Strawberry
I don't give a f*ck about the FBI
I don't give a f*ck about the CIA
I don't give a f*ck about LSD
I don't give a f*ck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a f*ck about it anyway
I don't give a f*ck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a f*ck 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 f*ck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a f*ck about you mommy and dad
I don't give a f*ck about the things you had
I don't give a f*ck about the way you do
All I ever f*ckin' think about is you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Strawberry
Writer: Gibson Jerome Haynes, Jeffrey D. Pinkus, Jeffrey Scott Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Alcohol
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Hey, hey, baby don't you think I really am, I gotta know
Late last summer, don't you know I saw it coming?
Didn't hear it on the radio
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Hey, hey, baby don't you really, really ever understand?
Late last summer, don't you know it was a bummer?
Don't you believe it got a little out of hand?
Why, why, darling does he always ever feel the same?
Everywhere I turn, don't you know I love the burnin'
Goddamn it, I'm going insane
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Hey, hey, baby don't you think I really am, I gotta know
Late last summer, don't you know I saw it coming?
Didn't hear it on my radio
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Why, why daughter, don't you think I know it's time to go?
You should have seen it coming, and I know you're kind of bumming
But at least you got my stereo
Hey, hey, baby doll, you know all I have to do is call
I took a lot of pain but you know I've got a friend
And his name is alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Hey, hey, baby don't you think I really am, I gotta know
Late last summer, don't you know I saw it coming?
Didn't hear it on the radio
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Hey, hey, baby don't you really, really ever understand?
Late last summer, don't you know it was a bummer?
Don't you believe it got a little out of hand?
Why, why, darling does he always ever feel the same?
Everywhere I turn, don't you know I love the burnin'
Goddamn it, I'm going insane
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Hey, hey, baby don't you think I really am, I gotta know
Late last summer, don't you know I saw it coming?
Didn't hear it on my radio
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a bitch, so
Alcohol
It burns my lips, so
Alcohol
It's a son of a gun
Why, why daughter, don't you think I know it's time to go?
You should have seen it coming, and I know you're kind of bumming
But at least you got my stereo
Hey, hey, baby doll, you know all I have to do is call
I took a lot of pain but you know I've got a friend
And his name is alcohol
Writer: SOFIE LIVEBRANT, SVANTE SJOBLOM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dog Inside Your Body
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
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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Strawberry
Ten, Ten years
Ten years to be on 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
It is 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 to be on to die
Ten, nine
Eight, seven 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
It is 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 at this place 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
Ten years to be on 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
It is 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 to be on to die
Ten, nine
Eight, seven 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
It is 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 at this place 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
Writer: SHUGGIE OTIS
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Some Dispute Over T-Shirt Sales
Aaaaaaaah!
Well then, that sticky damn fusion, sticky sticky son of a gun
Yabadababatabana am I on the run?
Whenever that all the fusion damn sticky sticky son of bitch?
Yabadababatabana am I on the hitch?
I said ooooooooooooh wa waa waa wa wawa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Well then, that sticky damn fusion, sticky sticky son of a gun
Yabadababatabana am I on the run?
Wah wah wah wah wah wah darlin' do you still tell me to play?
Yabadababatabana am I on midday?
I said ooooooooooooh wa waa waa wa wawa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
WHAT NOW............
Whenever that all the fusion damn sticky sticky son of bitch?
Yabadababatabana singing on a pitch!
Whenever that all the fusion damn sticky sticky son of bitch?
Yabadababatabana am I on the hitch?
I said ooooooooooooh wa waa waa wa wawa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaa
WAH!
Well then, that sticky damn fusion, sticky sticky son of a gun
Yabadababatabana am I on the run?
Whenever that all the fusion damn sticky sticky son of bitch?
Yabadababatabana am I on the hitch?
I said ooooooooooooh wa waa waa wa wawa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Well then, that sticky damn fusion, sticky sticky son of a gun
Yabadababatabana am I on the run?
Wah wah wah wah wah wah darlin' do you still tell me to play?
Yabadababatabana am I on midday?
I said ooooooooooooh wa waa waa wa wawa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
WHAT NOW............
Whenever that all the fusion damn sticky sticky son of bitch?
Yabadababatabana singing on a pitch!
Whenever that all the fusion damn sticky sticky son of bitch?
Yabadababatabana am I on the hitch?
I said ooooooooooooh wa waa waa wa wawa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaa
WAH!
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Dancing Fool
Ahh, death by dancing
Now I'm the dancing fool
Whoo!
Dance with glee
I am the disco king
Whoo!
Like before
I know she'll be back for more
Whoo!
Death by dancing
By now I'm the dancing fool
Now I'm the dancing fool
Whoo!
Dance with glee
I am the disco king
Whoo!
Like before
I know she'll be back for more
Whoo!
Death by dancing
By now I'm the dancing fool
Writer: Jeff Pinkus, Jeffrey Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall, Gibby Haynes
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
You Dont Know Me
You don't know me
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
Taking trips, instead of reading rhymes
You want to take a tip
and redefine your mind
(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
(there's a brain to the side of dawn)
You want to see me ruined
You don't know me
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
Taking trips, instead of reading rhymes
You want to take a tip
and redefine your mind
(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
(there's a brain to the side of dawn)
You want to see me ruined
You don't know me
You just know my name
You want to see me ruined
Is that your game?
There's nothin' left at all
You want to see me ruined
Writer: BRYAN THOMPSON, PAUL SCOTT
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Annoying Song
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 f*ck 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
F*cking mad, again!
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 f*ck 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
F*cking mad, again!
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Dust Devil
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand
I don't ever f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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
I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand
I don't ever f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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
Writer: Gibson Jerome Haynes, Jeffrey D. Pinkus, Jeffrey Scott Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Leave Me Alone
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Edgar
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The Ballad Of Naked Man
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 isn't a sometimes thing. Naked is an all time thing.
It's not the size of the dog in the thing.
It's the size on the thing in the dog.
Naked on a 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 f*ck away from me
Back to your 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 roll those naked dice
Naked in the morning,
Naked all night long
So Paul is a naked lady (I think that's it)
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 isn't a sometimes thing. Naked is an all time thing.
It's not the size of the dog in the thing.
It's the size on the thing in the dog.
Naked on a 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 f*ck away from me
Back to your 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 roll those naked dice
Naked in the morning,
Naked all night long
So Paul is a naked lady (I think that's it)
Writer: PAUL L KANTNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Clean It Up
Clean it up!
I said, "Clean it up!"
Clean it up, bitch!
I said, "Clean it up!"
Come out with your hands up!
Come on out here!
Come out with your hands up!
Goddamn!
I busted my elbow. It was horrible. [?] .. about 7:47 or 7... 7:52. I busted my... And then I discovered that I was surrounded by sharp things. And I noticed that there was an awful lot of sharp things. It started out... We were downstairs... We were playing nine-pins. Me and my... my late husband... We were playing nine-pins and he fell down of a heart attack. It's horrible. Awful lot of sharp things. I was totally naked. There were sharp things poking in my vagina and in my... There were an... awful, awful, awful lot of sharp things. [?] You should get f*cking cancer. You should f*ck... You should die of cancer... It's horrible. There were an awful lot of sharp things...
I said, "Clean it up!"
Clean it up, bitch!
I said, "Clean it up!"
Come out with your hands up!
Come on out here!
Come out with your hands up!
Goddamn!
I busted my elbow. It was horrible. [?] .. about 7:47 or 7... 7:52. I busted my... And then I discovered that I was surrounded by sharp things. And I noticed that there was an awful lot of sharp things. It started out... We were downstairs... We were playing nine-pins. Me and my... my late husband... We were playing nine-pins and he fell down of a heart attack. It's horrible. Awful lot of sharp things. I was totally naked. There were sharp things poking in my vagina and in my... There were an... awful, awful, awful lot of sharp things. [?] You should get f*cking cancer. You should f*ck... You should die of cancer... It's horrible. There were an awful lot of sharp things...
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Independent Worm Saloon is the sixth album by alternative rock band Butthole Surfers, released in 1993 on Capitol Records. The band chose to follow a heavier orientation for most of the record, following the hiring of producer John Paul Jones, formerly of Led Zeppelin.
Performed By:
Butthole SurfersGenre(s): Alternative rock, alternative metal
Length: 62:22
Released: March 23rd, 1993
Year: 1993