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