Butthole Surfers - John E. Smoke lyrics

This here a song, is about John W Smoke Junior

It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love

the love and the love and the hate that's lovin with all

It's around the love that's hate that's the hate that's the love

And the love is the love that is the hate that's hatin' the love,

it's lovin' the hate

It's about John W Smoke's mom, it's with his mom

it's about his mom it's about his mom it's about lovin his mom

and bein' without his mom and lovin' the hate that's hatin' the love

and his mom and all the time they're there

Hatin' the hate that's lovin' the hate it's love it's the love that's hate

And it goes somethin' about like this

John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke

John Smoke, oh John E Smoke

Whaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E John

John, John Smoke

John E Smoke

Here we go

John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy

but stood ten foot tall with a knife

Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John's left leg

and real black it extended out 469 different miles

and veirly veirly it was 69 different nuns

speaking simotainesouly to John in 69 different languages

And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became

a cycle in John's fater's fore head

And there is was like a twinkie with a haylo storm in it

and it revolved down into the sky and talked to John

like he was a little puppy himself

And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust

and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and was hed on John

And he said that I will be a cigerrate butt before it's all done with

And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure

in the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairway

John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke

oh John Smoke, ooo OW!

John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke

oh oh John E Smoke

oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E

John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo

And 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 side

And so it had preach you in Mars with a saram backwards

and up waralve they did evole

Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste plaunt it with would come over John's body

His body was no longer the tribe vehicle express itself

And he could be the dog and the dog's eyes which had blood comin' out like they were

roped around John's leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he flew

on the live peasents himself, the South American where he was in mathe