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Butthole Surfers Butthole Surfer

Here in Monday seems like Friday Happened just the other day Tuesday faked for Friday morning Then it started up again What would I do Monday's through

I, calypso Yay! Yay! Yaaaay! Yay! Yay! Yaaaay! I shot the bar-b-q man I shot the bar-b-q They shot the Pope They shot his ass He's holdin' out That

Cherub Cherub the angel Roll back the hands of time Cherub Enter the angel you walk along yeah you nevermind The walks you've taken have left behind

I woke up this morning On the wrong side of bed I had a knife in my back And I put it back in Oh my God I was dead I hope I get to sleep tonight I never

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins When he starts talkin' backwards your head

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

Come, come, come, a come to me I said a come on down where 'a I can see I said you better be aware of what I do You said you never gonna see 'a what

You lie in the graveyard You're rotting away I talk to you daily You`ve got nothing to say You lie in the graveyard You're not making plans You control

OOOW! AH! OW! OW! I feel like a sailor baby adrift upon your sea and if you've got to rock your boat, come rock your boat withouwwww <a href="http