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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' outta line
Playin' the end against the middle and losing every time
I was veinous 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 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 crazed, I wanna tell you that I'm crazy) (repeat throughout bridge)
Janice Ian Curtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore Vidal Sassoon
How you think I, How you think I, How you think I'll take it
Said, how you think I'll take it when I hear it on the moon
Rebel Joe, wigin' Jane. where will he go and where's the brain
Es de noche, enchilada, 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
And I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home
Dracula from Houston was written by King Coffey & Paul Leary & Gibby Haynes.
Dracula from Houston was produced by Chris Lord-Alge & Allen Sides & Rob Cavallo & Paul Leary.
Butthole Surfers released Dracula from Houston on Tue Aug 28 2001.