Butthole Surfers — Hey

Hey Hey, hey Hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Well, I don't know And you can't say But even if you could You wouldn't anyway Let's go to Hell Hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey Now I'm in love Not with he or she It's a burning hate Why don't they see? Get your hands off me Hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey I'm burning out Like a falling dove Cause I'm not fit To fall in love Love? Hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey A broken wrist A swinging arm A lover's kiss And I am gone