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Текст песни butthole surfers - John E. Smoke

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This here a song, is about John W Smoke JuniorIt`s about bein` in love and lovin` the love that`s hatin` the lovethe love and the love and the hate that`s lovin with allIt`s around the love that`s hate that`s the hate that`s the loveAnd the love is the love that is the hate that`s hatin` the love,it`s lovin` the hateIt`s about John W Smoke`s mom, it`s with his momit`s about his mom it`s about his mom it`s about lovin his momand bein` without his mom and lovin` the hate that`s hatin` the loveand his mom and all the time they`re thereHatin` the hate that`s lovin` the hate it`s love it`s the love that`s hateAnd it goes somethin` about like thisJohn E Smoke, oh John E SmokeJohn Smoke, oh John E SmokeWhaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E JohnJohn, John SmokeJohn E SmokeHere we goJohn, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boybut stood ten foot tall with a knifePretty soon the mole had appeared on John`s left legand real black it extended out 469 different milesand veirly veirly it was 69 different nunsspeaking simotainesouly to John in 69 different languagesAnd then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that becamea cycle in John`s fater`s fore headAnd there is was like a twinkie with a haylo storm in itand it revolved down into the sky and talked to Johnlike he was a little puppy himselfAnd John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crustand I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and was hed on JohnAnd he said that I will be a cigerrate butt before it`s all done withAnd they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn purein the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairwayJohn E Smoke, oh John E Smokeoh John Smoke, ooo OW!John E Smoke, oh John E Smokeoh oh John E Smokeoh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John EJohn E John E JoooooooooooooooooAnd so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself,and revealed to John that the kiawe twe laxury liner extended out of John`s left sideAnd so it had preach you in Mars with a saram backwardsand up waralve they did evoleDownward they fell like a thin sheet of waste plaunt it with would come over John`s bodyHis body was no longer the tribe vehicle express itselfAnd he could be the dog and the dog`s eyes which had blood comin` out like they wereroped around John`s leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he flewon the live peasents himself, the South American where he was in mathe