Butthole Surfers Boiled Dove Lyrics:
Imagine..your father was naked and you had just
fallen through the ceiling into a room full of
soft-moist eyeballs.

I can tell you, but my mind keeps fading away. And
you keep trying, but you don't got A-nothin' to
say. So we tried stealing, but somebody took it
away.

No! You were in your family car, following a
checkered cab that could somehow fly. And as you
were watching the flying cab it faltered and
crashed into the parking lot of a nearby shopping
mall. Everybody in the cab was dead, except for a
college buddy who came stumbling out of the
wreckage.

He had a weird look on his face and he walked
towards you and he tripped. As he tripped, he held
out his hand and you grabbed it and it came off
into your own hand, spurtting blood everywhere.

Recoiling back in horror, you noticed that there
was blood on your stomach and chest. And then you
realized that Jerry's liver had somehow gotten
underneath the shirt that you were wearing and
this lady who lived down the street, came out of
nowhere, offering you this fingerbowl. So, you
washed off your hands. These were the just two of
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the dreams.

I was in a big cave and there was leeches, on my
ankles and in between my toes. And they were
blasting off like rockets, into the air, and it
was causing a lot of pain everytime one crashed
near my head and my hair started getting white and
stood up in the air. Then it turned into rockets
too. And all this was happening while everyone in
my family that I'd ever met, was walking by me
naked. They all had boners and swollen clits.

And it was Wicked Ass!

Wicked Ass.

Wicked Ass.

Then I woke up from the dream and I went back to
sleep, and I dreamed that I was camping out and it
was raining my tears. And I was Abraham Lincoln
then too. And I got a burr haircut.

Then I jumped back down onto the earth, and I
became a dentist and I drilled into people's
teeth. And I dreamed that I could see tons of
people down in the people's teeth.

And they were all turning into maps.

And they had places where I should go and I knew
that I went to all those places before they
started turning into maps.

And the people I was working on caught on fire.
And the maps caught on fire too. And they all
burned up.
Lyrics: Boiled Dove, Butthole Surfers [end]