Text: Butthole Surfers. Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac. Dum Dum.

You want the people to be the people
That want the people who love you
You need the people to show the facts
Instead again they shot you

Want the people to be the people
They don't need you
You need the people to show the fact
They displease you

Lover man, his face is lost
And you're much smaller
Then again the other man
He's much smaller

You need the people to be the people
That want the people who love you
You need the people to show the facts
Instead again they shot you

Want the people to see the people
That they don't need you
Need the people who need the people
But they don't need you

Then again the son of a bitch
And he's much smaller
Then again and then again
And then again and then again

You want the people to be the people
That want the people who love you
You need the people to show the facts
Instead again they shot you

Want the people to be the people
They don't need you
Need the people to show the facts
They displease you

Lover man, his face is lost
And you're much smaller
Then again the other man
He's much smaller