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Album: Miscellaneous (1996)
Artists: Butthole Surfers

  1. Annoying Song
  2. Avalanche
  3. Boiled Dove
  4. Butthole Surfer Theme Song
  5. Cough Syrup
  6. Creep In The Cellar
  7. Dog Inside Your Body
  8. Dum Dum
  9. Dust Devil
  10. Gary Floyd
  11. Hey
  12. Human Cannonball
  13. Jingle Of A Dog's Collar
  14. Julio Iglesias
  15. Lady Sniff
  16. Lonesome Bulldog
  17. Mexican Caravan
  18. Moving To Florida
  19. Negro Observer
  20. P.S.Y.(a.k.a. Psychedelic, Psycho Jam or Psychedelic Jam)
  21. Pittsburg To Lebanon
  22. Rocky
  23. Sea Ferring
  24. Something
  25. Strawberry
  26. Sweet Loaf
  27. The Lord Is A Monkey
  28. The Shah Sleeps In Lee Harvey's Grave
  29. The Wooden Song
  30. To Parter
  31. Tongue
  32. TV Star
  33. Whatever (I Had A Dream)
  34. Whatever I Had A Dream
  35. Who Was In My Room Last Night?
  36. You Don't Know Me


Butthole Surfers
Miscellaneous
P.S.Y.(a.k.a. Psychedelic, Psycho Jam or Psychedelic Jam)
Here we go
Here we go
All I see inside my head is gentle silent secret snow
With gentle walls of blinding light I'll have you know

No one would believe it she was running away
She packed up her belongings and she was gone
The very next day

Nicky was in the KKK and Lisa was a Nazi too
They both had half a brain so together they were sane
And looked about as smart as their shoe
Now Nicky got word through the underground that Mona was Lisa's real name
She bled on his dagger when he shot her in the neck
And that's about all she could gain
I'm still sleepin' in the graveyard creepin'
She packed up and turned back (?)
I know you don't believe it but I really should be leavin'
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall

No one would believe it she was running away
She packed up her belongings and she was gone
The very next day

Nicky never wanted any children at all
And Tammy was Nicki's little girl
She turned tricks in a white trash bar
And shot dope with six holding on
She wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
She held it right up to his head
His glasses fell to dust but they were followed by a bust
Of fiery hot balls of lead
I'm still sleepin' in the graveyard creepin'
She packed up and turned back (?)
I know you don't believe it but I really should be leavin'
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall

No one would believe it she was running away
She packed up her belongings and she was gone
The very next day
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