Who Was In My Room Last Night? - Butthole Surfers

I’m flying…

I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying,

flying away, I’m flying away

I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying,

I’m flying

I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying

All night long my body burned, my sheets were wet and cold

The lights were on, my eyes were gone

And any second, lose control

The pounding at my window is just the pounding in my head

I wonder who was in my room last night?

Who the hell was in my bed?

There must have been a body there, I swear I felt some flesh

It took a little time, but I figured they were mine

There were fingers going down my chest

My mouth went through the ceiling

And my body fell through the floor

I couldn’t find a key cause there was no hole I could see

And someone had moved the door!

The cops, the priest, the crisis line

No one really had a clue

No one could tell us who was touching me

Or exactly what I should do

My throat was dry, my hopes were high

But nothing really ever got said

About who was in my room last night

And who the hell was in my bed?