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linchpin:
Butthole surfers - mexican carivan


Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of the Rio Grande
Take me to that amigo town
Where I can score some of that heroin brown
Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of anywhere you can
Push me in through the garbage can
Teach this white boy to be Mexican
Take me
Mexican Caravan
Let's score some of that heroin
You know the way to make the white boy say
Make me Mexican
Take me
Mexican Caravan
Push me into the Rio Grande
You know the way to make the white boy say
Make me Mexican
Take me
Take me
Take me
Take me Mexican Caravan!

Anonymous:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about the FBI
I don't give a fuck about the CIA
I don't give a fuck about ??????
I don't give a fuck about anything
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I don't care what you want me to say
I don't give a fuck about it anyway
I don't give a fuck about the whole damn thing
I don't give a fuck about LSD..

I don't care who you want me to be
I don't care what you want me to see
I could give a fuck about who I am
I could give a shit about me and them
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't give a fuck about you mom and your dad
I don't give a fuck about the things you had
I don't give a fuck about the way you do
All I ever fuckin' think about is you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Anonymous:
And all the sailors who were junkies
All went sailing out to sea
And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the trees

And all the teachers who were flunkies
They all taught you and me
And the white men, I`ll be goddamned if they`re
Still selling quaaludes to the monkeys
And they?re all, you and me, dying high up in the trees

Anonymous:
Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke,
And its for his Mom, its about his Mom,
Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern Utah,
Any they grown the fingernail of a nun, like I have spoken to you before,
This song is with love, its for love, its about love, its a negating love,
Its with hate,its not about hate, its love, love is love,
And its about John.E Smoke and his Mom and the baby they had.

Johnny was a little lesbian midget boy,
but he stood ten foot tall with a thermo-nuclear device.

Johnny left home before he was born.
A huge Indian teepee had appeared out of Johnnys earlobe,
He didnt know why.
It spoke French and half-Dutch,
Perhaps the teepee was from Belgium,
We dont know.
All of a sudden Johnny had no reasoning
His life was a tremglescwitch
What is a tremglescwitch?
A way of life that Johnny only knew
And there was no telling how much he knew or how little
Because Johnny was a lesbian,
A shoplifter,
A drag queen,
And a surgeon,
A heart surgeon of love.

Pretty soon Johnny was a Chinese Emporer
He owned seventeen 7-11s which were convenince stores,
Known only in the United States.
Johnny sold cocaine, marujuana and alcohol,
A lot of things Johnny said he didnt understand himself,
When a tattoo of Jesus on his chest would occaisionally rise three feet above his body,
And play poker with him,
Not knowing what to do,
Johnny would bid high,
Jesus would raise him a little,
Johnny would come back and say,
"What have ya got Christ"
Christ would say
"The Ace of Spades"
Johnny was confused again
A lot of litagation went down
Johnny became a black person,
Then an Indian,
And wandered through California,
Got him a trip.............

Anonymous:
Pardon me
I`m only bleeding
But you cut me
To the bone
My imperfections
Have reduced you
To a lowly
Animal

A part of me
Was introduced to you
Then it walked right
Out the door
And tonight
You`re probally feeding
Like a Human
Cannonball

It used to be
That loving you
Was easy
Unrestrained
But now
I`m only bleeding
But i`m loving
Only pain

Pardon me
I`m only bleeding
But you cut me
To the bone
And tonight
You`re probally feeding
Like a Human
Cannonball

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