Dracula from Houston
Got no future, 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
And I got about a buck so I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey-hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there
'Cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' outta line
Playin' the end against the middle and losing every time
I was veinous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning and I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike, had to paint it red
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me
'Cause I never, never, never comin' home
Crazy (I'm crazed, I wanna tell you that I'm)
Janice Ian Curtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore Vidal Sassoon (crazy, I'm crazed, I wanna tell you that I'm)
How you think I, how you think I, how you think I'll take it? (Crazy, I'm crazed)
Said, how you think I'll take it when I hear it on the moon? (I wanna tell you that I'm)
Rebel Joe, wiggin' Jane, where will he go and where's the brain? (Crazy, I'm crazed)
Es de noche, enchilada, pinche cabrón dí por nada (crazy, I'm crazed)
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey-hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there
'Cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Starin' in disbelief, out at the gloom
I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years
Started playing out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin' at the gig
And in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said, "This is what you'll do
You're gonna get a bike, you're gonna paint it blue"
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey-hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me
'Cause I never, never, never comin' home
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
And I got about a buck so I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey-hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there
'Cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' outta line
Playin' the end against the middle and losing every time
I was veinous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning and I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike, had to paint it red
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me
'Cause I never, never, never comin' home
Crazy (I'm crazed, I wanna tell you that I'm)
Janice Ian Curtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore Vidal Sassoon (crazy, I'm crazed, I wanna tell you that I'm)
How you think I, how you think I, how you think I'll take it? (Crazy, I'm crazed)
Said, how you think I'll take it when I hear it on the moon? (I wanna tell you that I'm)
Rebel Joe, wiggin' Jane, where will he go and where's the brain? (Crazy, I'm crazed)
Es de noche, enchilada, pinche cabrón dí por nada (crazy, I'm crazed)
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey-hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there
'Cause I'm never, never, never comin' home
Starin' in disbelief, out at the gloom
I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years
Started playing out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin' at the gig
And in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said, "This is what you'll do
You're gonna get a bike, you're gonna paint it blue"
Oh no, we gotta go
We're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die?
You know that we'll be together
Hey-hey we gotta say
I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me
'Cause I never, never, never comin' home
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Writer(s): Gibson Haynes, Nathaniel Calhoun
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