Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butthole Surfers
Butthole Surfers
Performer
Mario Caldato Jr.
Mario Caldato Jr.
Remixer
Mickey Petralia
Mickey Petralia
Remixer
Mark Eddinger
Mark Eddinger
Keyboards
Danno Saratak
Danno Saratak
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gibby Haynes
Gibby Haynes
Composer
King Coffey
King Coffey
Composer
Paul Leary Walthall
Paul Leary Walthall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Thompson
Steve Thompson
Producer
Mario Caldato Jr.
Mario Caldato Jr.
Producer
Mickey Petralia
Mickey Petralia
Producer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
[Verse 2]
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
And then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dying, they were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain
[Chorus]
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look through other people's eyes
[Verse 3]
Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain
[Chorus]
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
[Verse 4]
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
Paulie caught a bullet but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot and got him in the head
They were all in love with dying, they were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain
[Chorus]
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Written by: Gibby Haynes, Jeff Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall
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