Alright what are we doing here? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.
aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
You're workin and you already stinks like a finger,
Roller Coaster lovely hair
You want to pop a bubble out you know it's only trouble
Cause you think that no one better can care
Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends
We go nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices that reminded you of voices
They say that nothin's really better today
Oh what hate, want to be unknown,
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own
Say you got a leak you know the reason I want a bitch
Said the plais room that are leaving you scared
You're steady and your eye when you're tryin' seein' double
And you never know the places you've been
Can't see it can you hear real trip dine on air
Well something's ready better than they are
We couldn't tell it wanted and it almost broke my heart a situation
Like just a fair
You can never do anything that's never been done before
You can try a different style but you'll end up on the side of
The floor, wasted
Instead of tryin' East and wide redifinded Thinkin' of
We got nothin better to say
Stand out in the gutter we would call a number time and then get a
Feelin' go away
Oh what hate, want to be unknown,
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own
Tired of my own You know we like your sisters keep it like a movie in Maine
She calls at my gun and she leaves me at the bind the she's runnin'
I should clear the way
Wham bam it's a scam you're the man we're your friends
We got nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices with our minds and make our voices says
That nothin's really better today
You can never do anything that's never been done before
You can try, a different style, but you always end up on the floor,
Wasted
Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland Album Lyrics
Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland Lyrics
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Cough Syrup
She played for the Angels
I played for the Tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big money on the line
Big money all the time, yeah
There was big money on the line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my mail alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin'
No, there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall, yeah
There weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my mail alone
And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral
And the car ran like a broken percolator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
There was big money on the line
And I heard that his brother was a Viking
He liked to solve a problem with a gun
If you wanna know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I know that your mother is a martyr
I heard she's got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight, you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I like to see the wood curl up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe
And I hate cough syrup, it's true
You wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I hate cough syrup, it's true
I played for the Tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big money on the line
Big money all the time, yeah
There was big money on the line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my mail alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin'
No, there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall, yeah
There weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my mail alone
And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock, stock, and barrel all the dogs were gone to feral
And the car ran like a broken percolator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
There was big money on the line
And I heard that his brother was a Viking
He liked to solve a problem with a gun
If you wanna know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I know that your mother is a martyr
I heard she's got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight, you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I like to see the wood curl up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe
And I hate cough syrup, it's true
You wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup, don't you?
I hate cough syrup, it's true
Writer: Gibson Haynes, Jeffrey Coffey, Paul Walthall
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Pepper
Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Writer: BRAD DELSON, CHESTER CHARLES BENNINGTON, DAVE FARRELL, JOSEPH HAHN, MIKE SHINODA, ROBERT G. BOURDON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Thermador
When I reach into my pocket
That's where I lose control yeah
There's a panther in my tree now
And as you heard roar
Get out of my life, get out my girlfriend
Before I lose her mind
Yeah our buddy gotta see you have it
Everybody knows Frito (not sure), he'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are free yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down yeah
Round, Round, Round she goes
When I see the f*ckoffs spur here
Sets me kind of a vine yeah
When I seize them son of a boyfriend
Gonna lose my mind
Everybody knows freedom, he'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are free yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down
When I see you in my dreams now
Makes me want to turn
I've seen my panther and I seen my whore (not sure) now
I know what's good for whores yeah
Whatcha doin' girl in my dreams now
Everybody knows freedom, he'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are free yeah
Hey there now better watch that sound everybody look what was going down yeah
That's where I lose control yeah
There's a panther in my tree now
And as you heard roar
Get out of my life, get out my girlfriend
Before I lose her mind
Yeah our buddy gotta see you have it
Everybody knows Frito (not sure), he'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are free yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down yeah
Round, Round, Round she goes
When I see the f*ckoffs spur here
Sets me kind of a vine yeah
When I seize them son of a boyfriend
Gonna lose my mind
Everybody knows freedom, he'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are free yeah
Watch that sound everybody look around what the hell is going down
When I see you in my dreams now
Makes me want to turn
I've seen my panther and I seen my whore (not sure) now
I know what's good for whores yeah
Whatcha doin' girl in my dreams now
Everybody knows freedom, he'll find it inside your head yeah
Everybody knows Jesus, he'll be there when you are free yeah
Hey there now better watch that sound everybody look what was going down yeah
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Ulcer Breakout
Ever fall above with the law
Ever fall above with the law
Ever felt your gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever had the feeling of pleasure
Ever felt your eyes get shot
So fall into the tractor
Even help after applied
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall above with a Chevy
Ever fall above with a Ford
Ever felt the talk of a hippie
Ever seen the face of the lord
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall above with the law
Ever fall above with the law
Ever felt your gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall above with the law
Ever felt your gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever had the feeling of pleasure
Ever felt your eyes get shot
So fall into the tractor
Even help after applied
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall above with a Chevy
Ever fall above with a Ford
Ever felt the talk of a hippie
Ever seen the face of the lord
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
Ever fall above with the law
Ever fall above with the law
Ever felt your gun for the trigger
Ever fell so fast you could die
Got to be at least 500 inches
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law
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Jingle Of A Dogs Collar
I was lookin' for the main line when I was
Workin' through a friend of mine but I
Couldn't seem to find the time
What do they know about love [x3]
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
What do they know about love [Repeat :1]
What do they know about love my friend
What do they know about love
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
I was looking for the main line when I was
Workin' for a friend of mine
What do they know about love [Repeat x1]
Workin' through a friend of mine but I
Couldn't seem to find the time
What do they know about love [x3]
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be fine
What do they know about love [Repeat :1]
What do they know about love my friend
What do they know about love
The Jingle of a Dog's Collar would be good right here
I was looking for the main line when I was
Workin' for a friend of mine
What do they know about love [Repeat x1]
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TV Star
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Seen her dancin on the Sunset Strip
Bell-bottom jeans and her curvy hips
Seen her sittin there with her boyfriend
Good lookin' fellow but he's lookin' kinda thin
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you sooooo
Remember that day we played pool
I saw your bedroom and we ate be -BQ
Barbie came from her trip down town
Fifty up and Forty down
Love ya more than the sun and the sky
Gotta kiss and hug ya before I die
Something else that you oughta know too,
Did something weird
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Been watchin' TV as the years go by
Seen em' born and I seen them die
Something else that you oughta know too
I like a girl named Ellen more than you
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Seen her dancin on the Sunset Strip
Bell-bottom jeans and her curvy hips
Seen her sittin there with her boyfriend
Good lookin' fellow but he's lookin' kinda thin
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you sooooo
Remember that day we played pool
I saw your bedroom and we ate be -BQ
Barbie came from her trip down town
Fifty up and Forty down
Love ya more than the sun and the sky
Gotta kiss and hug ya before I die
Something else that you oughta know too,
Did something weird
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
I'm in love with a TV star
She drove me home in her Lexus car
Like her dog but I don't watch her show
Spend my time with the radio
Been watchin' TV as the years go by
Seen em' born and I seen them die
Something else that you oughta know too
I like a girl named Ellen more than you
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
Christina, A La La La La, Christina, A La La La La,
I love you so
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My Brothers Wife
I am not a priss, my brothers wife
There was a time when i thought that the longer
am I a slave to my mind oh. ahhhhhh
My brothers wife.
I know it's not right what Im thinking deniy me.
My brothers wife
I will always stay. My brother wife
I know. shh.
My brothers wife
I share the secret requests of the clown
there is no denying me.
I must have my brothers wifes breasts.
total babe. whats wrong?
My brothers wife and her car, her ass
I am in love with my brothers wife and her breasts
sadly i turn to the left and i see,
my brothers wifes breasts
I really must be off
Oh it hurts to laugh
my brothers wife, please help
no, no, no, not my brothers wifes breasts
oh god.
There was a time when i thought that the longer
am I a slave to my mind oh. ahhhhhh
My brothers wife.
I know it's not right what Im thinking deniy me.
My brothers wife
I will always stay. My brother wife
I know. shh.
My brothers wife
I share the secret requests of the clown
there is no denying me.
I must have my brothers wifes breasts.
total babe. whats wrong?
My brothers wife and her car, her ass
I am in love with my brothers wife and her breasts
sadly i turn to the left and i see,
my brothers wifes breasts
I really must be off
Oh it hurts to laugh
my brothers wife, please help
no, no, no, not my brothers wifes breasts
oh god.
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Ah Ha
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
Nothing seems to change
Guess I'll have for wait for Friday
Turn into another day
Turn into another day
Turn into another day now
I'm not tired but I got it ready
Get it out that little client
Here or no one how will I be
Doing nothing till tomorrow
Somethin' told me no one called to tell me
Nothin' will be home
Some how couldn't I find the words
Can't be used to tell my story
Guess you'll have to take the risk
'Cause it might be rather boring
Yeah it might be rather boring
Might be rather boring to you
Could it be an atrophy
Of memories or loss of faces
Maybe it's I can't recall situations solve equation
Perhaps I should be havin' wealth
Many things I can't remember
Let her through the solitude
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Half out time I got it right
Get around without little Bryan
Always stealin' never buyin'
Is it slippin' aren't I dyin' ya
Happened just the other day
Tuesday faked for Friday morning
Then it started up again
What would I do Monday's through
Nothing seems to change
Guess I'll have for wait for Friday
Turn into another day
Turn into another day
Turn into another day now
I'm not tired but I got it ready
Get it out that little client
Here or no one how will I be
Doing nothing till tomorrow
Somethin' told me no one called to tell me
Nothin' will be home
Some how couldn't I find the words
Can't be used to tell my story
Guess you'll have to take the risk
'Cause it might be rather boring
Yeah it might be rather boring
Might be rather boring to you
Could it be an atrophy
Of memories or loss of faces
Maybe it's I can't recall situations solve equation
Perhaps I should be havin' wealth
Many things I can't remember
Let her through the solitude
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Half out time I got it right
Get around without little Bryan
Always stealin' never buyin'
Is it slippin' aren't I dyin' ya
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Lord Is A Monkey
Ah, the Lord is a monkey
Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass
Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down
Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town.
Ha ha ha ha
Well she was a hairy creature in the ashwam bed
She was sellin' more skies had a funky-ass head
Well she played with my mouth and she threw me on the bed
And she cut off my balls and she sewed â??em to my head
Well she's headin' back east in a 67 Caddy
Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
Well I really did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass
Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass
Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down
Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town.
Ha ha ha ha
Well she was a hairy creature in the ashwam bed
She was sellin' more skies had a funky-ass head
Well she played with my mouth and she threw me on the bed
And she cut off my balls and she sewed â??em to my head
Well she's headin' back east in a 67 Caddy
Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
Well I really did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass
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Lets Talk About Cars
[A man and woman speaking in French]
Goodbye benediction
Goodbye gasoline
Goodbye paranoia
Goodbye sleeze
[Again speaking in French]
Goodbye Hari Kirshna
It's been the best
Goodbye Earth
Goodbye Patricia Nixon's breasts
[Speaking in French]
[Laughing/crowd murmurs/talking]
Would you like to talk about cars?
Yeah
Let's talk about cars
Goodbye benediction
Goodbye gasoline
Goodbye paranoia
Goodbye sleeze
[Again speaking in French]
Goodbye Hari Kirshna
It's been the best
Goodbye Earth
Goodbye Patricia Nixon's breasts
[Speaking in French]
[Laughing/crowd murmurs/talking]
Would you like to talk about cars?
Yeah
Let's talk about cars
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L.A.
Yeah!
I don't care
What I say
I don't care about it anyway
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around tonight
Yeah!
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around round here
Gonna be round here
Gonna be
Gonna be in trouble
Trouble!
I don't care what they say
I don't care
What I say
I don't care about it anyway
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around tonight
Yeah!
I'm not sure if I'm gonna be around round here
Gonna be round here
Gonna be
Gonna be in trouble
Trouble!
I don't care what they say
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Electriclarryland is the seventh studio album by the American rock band Butthole Surfers, released on May 6, 1996, by Capitol Records. This album brought Butthole Surfers their first Top-40 hit with "Pepper".
The album was certified gold by the RIAA on August 20, 1996. The title of this album is a parody of Jimi Hendrix's third studio album entitled Electric Ladyland. This is the second time the band has used a parody title for one of their releases. The first was Hairway to Steven, which references the song "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. The album's original title was going to be Oklahoma!, but fearing lawsuits, Capitol forced the band to change the name.
Although the album has no Parental Advisory label, it was also released in a "clean" version with profanities removed, an alternate album cover, and the band being credited as "B***H*** Surfers".
The song "The Lord Is a Monkey" was featured in two 1996 films, an alternate "Rock Version" in the Beavis and Butt-head Do America soundtrack and the original in Black Sheep. Additionally, the band performed "Ulcer Breakout" on an episode of The Larry Sanders Show.
The basic recordings were made at Paul Leary's house in Austin, Texas, at Arlyn Studios, also in Austin, and Bearsville Studios in Woodstock, New York. Mixing and mastering was done at Ocean Way Recording in Los Angeles, California.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Butthole SurfersThe album was certified gold by the RIAA on August 20, 1996. The title of this album is a parody of Jimi Hendrix's third studio album entitled Electric Ladyland. This is the second time the band has used a parody title for one of their releases. The first was Hairway to Steven, which references the song "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. The album's original title was going to be Oklahoma!, but fearing lawsuits, Capitol forced the band to change the name.
Although the album has no Parental Advisory label, it was also released in a "clean" version with profanities removed, an alternate album cover, and the band being credited as "B***H*** Surfers".
The song "The Lord Is a Monkey" was featured in two 1996 films, an alternate "Rock Version" in the Beavis and Butt-head Do America soundtrack and the original in Black Sheep. Additionally, the band performed "Ulcer Breakout" on an episode of The Larry Sanders Show.
The basic recordings were made at Paul Leary's house in Austin, Texas, at Arlyn Studios, also in Austin, and Bearsville Studios in Woodstock, New York. Mixing and mastering was done at Ocean Way Recording in Los Angeles, California.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Alternative rock
Length: 51:22
Released: May 6th, 1996
Year: 1996