Butthole Surfers Dracula from Houston Lyrics:
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 I gotta paint it red.

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll 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 wreck I was
walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' out of
line playin' the end against the middle 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 we'll be
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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 VIDAL 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 Rebel Joe, wigin'
Jane. where will he go and where's the brain Es
de noche, enchillada, pinche cabrón dí ­ por nada

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll 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' in disbelief out at the gloom, I was
forced with remorse to learn the bassoon I got
real good in about six years, started playing out
for a couple of beers then 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 we'll 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
Lyrics: Dracula from Houston, Butthole Surfers [end]