Tekster: Butthole Surfers. Rembrandt Pussyhorse. Sea Ferring.

Is life as strange as it seems?
It lies on its side and screams
And nothing is quite what it
Dreams when it walks
[Plays?] when it talks!
Buh da dow
da da de dum
da da de dum
da da de dum
da da de dum
da da de dum
dooaaaaaaaaahhhhhh

All aboard for the dream
You are lucky if you escape with a scream
Where nothing is quite what it
seems when she walks
[drains?] when she talks
and the earth scream like madmen
in love when she talks
strange that you thought
that the earth fell like the pouring rain
when its hot like it or not
[you'll]/[We all] scream again again again
aaaaaaahhhhhhhh

brains when she talks
a cane when she walks
and the earth screams like a madman
in love when she talks
I know I have thoughts
and they all fall to pieces
when I speak I get cold
and I'm getting old
and we all scream again! again!
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

like a tick farm like a sea horse like a graveyard like a moron like a girlfriend like a tissue like a cardboard like a brick wall like a dream, waiting to be

like a ballpark like a hiccup like a blood clot like a brain stroke like a long drip like it's hell bent like a dream that I can't see

like a housewife like a rapist like a teacup like a bedpan like a cold sore like an old friend
not to seem so removed
but love is far from the truth
and twice as far from the
Earth when it walks
and I know I can talk
but the words hover like a thousand [vericose flies?] that know me
and I know I can see
but my eyes fill with pride and stupidity
this I know and I'm getting old
so I'll scream again again again
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh