Butthole Surfers

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 gotta paint it red.
Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that will 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 brick
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' out of line
Put the end against the moon and losing every time
I was venous 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 will be together