Who Was in My Room Last Night? (Thompson/Barbiero remix edit) Butthole Surfers

I'm flying...
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, flying away, I'm flying away
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying

All night long, my body burned
The sheets were wet and cold
The lights were on, my eyes were gone
And any second lose control

The pounding on my window's
Just the pounding in my head
I wonder who was in my room last night
Who the hell was in my bed?

There must have been a body there
I swear I felt some flesh
It took a little time, but I figured they were mine
There were fingers going down my chest

My mouth went through the ceiling
And my body fell to the floor
I couldn't find a key 'cause there was no hole I could see
And someone had moved the door

The cops, the priest, the crisis line
And no one really had a clue
No one to tell us who was touchin' me
Or exactly what I could do