Don’t Smoke Pot Before Bedtime

Author: alkampfer81
Sound: Butthole Surfers — Whatever
Footage: Texhnolyze
Date: 2005-09-23
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Butthole Surfers — Whatever (i Had A Dream)

Peace? I hate the word
As I hate Hell, all Montagues

I had a dream last night
‘Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream

Mercy, mercy, I made a call
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help me, my head is spinnin’ round
Stop this airplane ’cause I got to get down

I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove, right on

Here’s to the Montagues
John Wayne and Bette Davis
And Romeo gave it
For a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah

Juliet is up in Heaven
A pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico
To get a prescription filled

I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun
Yeah, rock out, whatever

I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream

I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night
And I was breathing gasoline

I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a scream last night
Lord above

I didn’t know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister’s tackle box
It’s three A.M. at five o’clock

I wore it on my sleeve
And I got shot
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out

That’s it, that’s my rhyme
Take it to the streets, bitch

Tool — The Pot

как то так происходит что меня часто подозревают в том что я «не люблю» металл и вообще тяжелую музыку… это вообще говоря не так.
а еще некоторым может показаться что я наркоман какой-то или что-то в этом роде… но это тоже вообще говоря далеко от истины.
Sound: Tool — The Pot
Author: хз может автор канала
Footage: кстати написано что видос не оффишал, мб это левый исходник вообще, не вникал
Date: хз
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TOOL «The Pot»

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards and glass,
So don’t go tossin’ your stones around.

You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.

Foot in mouth and head up ass.
So whatcha talkin’ ’bout?
Difficult to dance ’round this one
‘Til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been so high.
You must have been so high.

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.

Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been high, high
You must have been high, high

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Fuckin’ hypocrite.

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what’s the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must’ve been!

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind!

Weepin’ shades of indigo shed without a reason
Weepin’ shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer, mirror for you, what’s the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He’s guilty as the government

Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye!
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must’ve been high, high, high, high.

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters.
Ganja, please, you must have been out your mind!