Butthole Surfers - Ulcer Breakout Lyrics
TYBALT SPEAKING: Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues.I had a dream last night'Cause it looked just like a dreamI had a dream last nightBut it looked unlike a dreamMercy, mercy, I'm made of partsMake me a suit so I can get it offHeaven help my head is spin'n roundStop this airplane cause I got to get downI had a dream last night, and it fit me like a gloveI had a dream last night, and it fit me like a gloveHere's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette DavisAnd Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hairJuliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pillsAnd Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filledI had a dream last night, and it fit me like a gloveI was a scream last nightIt was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dreamI had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dreamShe was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasolineI had a dream last night, and it fit me like a gloveI had to scream last nightLord of LoveI didn't know where to shake my buttWalked backwards, *****ed like a foxI was more *****ed up than your sister's tackle boxThree a.m. at five o'clockAnd one of us leaves, and I got shot!Shot me downYeah, whatever, rock outThat's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, *****.
