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Butthole Surfers

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Biography

Arguably the most infamously named band in the annals of popular music -- for years, radio found their moniker unspeakable, and the press deemed it unprintable -- Butthole Surfers long reigned among the most twisted and depraved acts ever to bubble up from the american. Masters of calculated outrage, the group fused the sicko antics of shock rock with a distinct and chaotic mishmash of avant-garde, hardcore, and Texas neo-psychedelia; sleazy, confrontational, and spiteful, songs like "The Revenge of Anus Presley," "Bar-B-Q Pope," and "The Shah Sleeps in Lee Harvey Oswald's Grave" seemed destined to guarantee The Buttholes little more than a lifetime of cultdom. Yet, by the mid-'90s, they were left-field Top 40 hitmakers, success perhaps their ultimate subversion of mainstream ideals.

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Top Songs

Total plays on Last.fm over the last 6 months
  1.  
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    Mikey got with Sharon, Sharon got Sheriee
    She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
    Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist
    They were all in love dyin' they were doin' it in Texas
    Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain then he lost his leg in Dallas he was dancin' with the train
    Pepper - (4:56)  -  44,572 plays
  2.  
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    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 in my window or just the pounding in my head
    I wonder who was in my room last night.
    Who the hell was in my bed?
    Who Was In My Room Last Night? - (4:08)  -  10,156 plays
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    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 [Chorus] Oh no, we gotta go We're not gonna live forever Why? Why? We gotta die You know that well 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 losin every time I was venous 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 Were not gonna live forever Why? Why? We gotta die You know that well 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 Crazy - I'm crazy, I wanna tell you that I'm... [ x 5 background] Janis E. and Kurtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore with Dallas Sassoon How you think they'll, How you think they'll, How you think they'll take it Said, how you think they'll take it when I hear all about it Rebel Joe, Wighead Jane. Where will he go and where's the brain Este noche, enchillada, in Chicago ni por nada Oh no , we gotta go Were not gonna live forever Why? Why? we gotta die You know that well 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 Staring in disbelief out at the gloom I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon I got real good in about six years Started playin' out for a couple of beers Then one day I was playin at the gig and In walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends He came right over and said this is what you'll do You're gonna get a bike, you're gonna paint it blue Oh no, we gotta go Were not gonna live forever Why? Why? We gotta die You know that well 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...
    Dracula From Houston - (3:44)  -  10,414 plays
  4.  
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    Pardon me
    I'm only bleeding
    But you cut me
    To the bone
    My imperfections
    Human Cannonball - (3:51)  -  6,798 plays
  5.  
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    You lie in the graveyard
    Well, you're rotting away
    When I talk to you daily
    You've got nothing to say
    You lie in the graveyard
    Graveyard - (2:27)  -  7,467 plays
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