Dracula from Houston Butthole Surfers

Got no future, great big past
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass
Gotta meet the plane, so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky
Got no credit, and I got no fear
And I got about a buck so I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there, cause I'm never, never, never comin' home

Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' outta line
Playin' the end against the middle and losing every time
I was veinous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning, and I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike, had to paint it red

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home