Texty: Butthole Surfers. Indipendent Worm Saloon. Strawberry.

Ten, Ten years
Ten years too young to die

Too many times I tried to talk you still don't understand
Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man
But still it's time for me to come I really want to know
It is time for me to come, or time for me to go

Still, one is not allowed to imagine, the preposterous recall of the ?????

Sunday morning got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground

Ten, Ten years
Ten years too young to die
Ten, nine
Eight, seven six

Too many times you tried to talk I still don't understand
Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man
But still it's time for me to come I really want to know
It is time for me to stay, or time for me to go

Still, one should be advised...????..that his flight is that of one into hell, ha-ha

Sunday Monday got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Thursday Friday got nothing to show
got to be this month I just don't know

Sunday Monday got to settle down
got to get my feet back on the ground
Wedsenday Thursday got nothing to show
why don't you tell me something I don't know

?something in a Native American? language?