Dracula From Houston

Butthole Surfers

Got no future and a 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

Got about a buck, so I can buy a beer

Gotta see a doctor about the words that I said

Gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red



(Chorus 1)

Oh no, we gotta go

We're not goin' to live forever

Why, why, we gotta die

You know that we'll be together

Hey, hey, we gotta say

I could never be a saviour

You don't have to be there

'Coz I'm never, never, never coming home



Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck

I was walkin' the walk an' I was talkin' to the best

I was wrinkled an' shriveled an' steppin' out of line

Playin' the end against the middle an' losin' every time

I was veinious an' heinious an' cripple an' sad

Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad

Then I woke up one mornin' and stepped out of bed

Had to get a bike. Had to paint it red



(Chorus 2)

Oh no, we gotta go

We're not goin' to live forever

Why, why, we gotta die

You know that we'll be together

Hey, hey, we gotta say

I could never be a saviour

An' I know that you'll miss me

'Coz I'm never, never, never coming home



Crazy (I'm crazed, I want to tell you about it) (x5)



(Chorus 1)



Staring at disbelief out at the gloom

I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon

I got real good in about six years

Started playing around for a couple of beers

Then one day I was playing at the gig

An' in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends

He came right over an' said "this is what you do"

"You're gonna get a bike. You're gonna paint it blue."



Ahhhh



(Chorus 2)