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Album: Miscellaneous (1996) Artists: Butthole Surfers Annoying Song Avalanche Boiled Dove Butthole Surfer Theme Song Cough Syrup Creep In The Cellar Dog Inside Your Body Dum Dum Dust Devil Gary Floyd Hey Human Cannonball Jingle Of A Dog's Collar Julio Iglesias Lady Sniff Lonesome Bulldog Mexican Caravan Moving To Florida Negro Observer P.S.Y.(a.k.a. Psychedelic, Psycho Jam or Psychedelic Jam) Pittsburg To Lebanon Rocky Sea Ferring Something Strawberry Sweet Loaf The Lord Is A Monkey The Shah Sleeps In Lee Harvey's Grave The Wooden Song To Parter Tongue TV Star Whatever (I Had A Dream) Whatever I Had A Dream Who Was In My Room Last Night? You Don't Know Me

Song: Cough Syrup Artists: Butthole Surfers Favorite: Add Remove Butthole Surfers Miscellaneous Cough Syrup She played for the angels, I played for the tribe. The summer had been stolen And faces were all lonely 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 told me That there wern`t no point in moaning No there wern`t no point at all There big fire in the hall, yeah There wern`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`ve got nothing to say I`ll keep my eyes just take these tears away. Lock, stock and barrel All the dogs had gone infertile And the car ran like a broken purcelator 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 bikie He liked to solve a problem with gun If you want to know the facts You`ve gotta teach them how to act And I hate cough syrup Don`t you? I`d rather be a sailor than a fighter I like to sail a ship into the sun If you want to know the truth You gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup Don`t you? I know your mother is a martyr I`ve heard shes got connections with the mob If you wanna learn to fight You`ve gotta drink up all the white And I hate cough syrup Don`t you? I 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 fruity Mirror And I hate cough syrup Its true If you wanna know the truth You`ve gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup Don`t you? I hate cough syrup Its true

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