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Butthole Surfers Independent Worm Saloon

I know you love me, darling And I love you Every time I touch your face Every time I choose I love the feeling Of loving you I`m tired of touching

All night long my body burned, the sheets were wet and cold The lights were on, my eyes were gone, and any second lose control The pounding in my window

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand I don't ever fuck with the dust devil He's got the power of an upright

Ten, Ten years, Ten years too young to die Too many times I tried to talk You still don't understand Too many times you tried to say I`m not your

I don't give a fuck about the F.B.I. I don't give a fuck about the C.I.A. I don't give a fuck about the cash on the street I don't give a fuck about

Holy man get you hands down out of 25 (some strange yelling type thing) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Go ahead and leave ya When she said to see me Said ya gone

I can't believe it all kinds of people here cowboys and indians have taken control... it really was a wild one but summer has come and gone a lot

Ten, Ten years Ten years too young to die Too many times I tried to talk you still don't understand Too many times you tried to say I'm not your