Butthole Surfers - P.s.y.(a.k.a. Psychedelic, Psycho Jam Or Psychedelic Jam) lyrics

Here we go, here we go All I see inside my head is (Gentle silent secret snow) With shifting walls of blinding light I'll have you know No one would believe that she was running away She packed up her belongings And she was gone the very next day Nikki was in the KKK and Lisa was a Nazi too They both had half a brain so together they were sane And looked about as smart as their shoes Now Nikki got word through the underground That Mona was Lisa's real name She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck That's about all she could (Gain) I'm still sleepin', in the graveyard is weepin' They're catching angels as they fall I know you don't believe it but she really should believe it She fell in love with Lauren Bacall (I don't believe it, somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.) No one would believe that she was running away She packed up her belongings And she was gone the very next day Nikki never wanted any children at all And Terry was Courtney's little girl She turned tricks in a white trash mall And shot dope with Cecil at home She wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun She held it right up to his head, his gla**es fell at first But they were followed by a burst of fiery hot balls of lead Time's still sleepin', in the graveyard is weepin' They're catching angels as they fall I know you don't believe it but I really should be leaving She fell in love with Lauren Bacall (Maybe out, in Pleasant Grove) No one would believe that she was running away She packed up her belongings And she was gone the very next day