Lirieke: Butthole Surfers. Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities. Whatever (i Had A Dream).
Peace? I hate the word
As I hate Hell, all Montagues
I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I made a call
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help me, my head is spinnin' round
Stop this airplane 'cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove, right on
Here's to the Montagues
John Wayne and Bette Davis
And Romeo gave it
For a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah
Juliet is up in Heaven
A pocket full of pills
And Jesus flies to Mexico
To get a prescription filled
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun
Yeah, rock out, whatever
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a scream last night
Lord above
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
It's three A.M. at five o'clock
I wore it on my sleeve
And I got shot
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme
Take it to the streets, bitch
As I hate Hell, all Montagues
I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I made a call
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help me, my head is spinnin' round
Stop this airplane 'cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove, right on
Here's to the Montagues
John Wayne and Bette Davis
And Romeo gave it
For a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah
Juliet is up in Heaven
A pocket full of pills
And Jesus flies to Mexico
To get a prescription filled
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun
Yeah, rock out, whatever
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a scream last night
Lord above
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
It's three A.M. at five o'clock
I wore it on my sleeve
And I got shot
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme
Take it to the streets, bitch
Butthole Surfers