Butthole Surfers - Who Was in My Room Last Night (better audio)

I’m flying... 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 on my window’s 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 to 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 And no one really had a clue No one to tell us who was touchin’ me Or exactly what I could do My throat was dry, my hopes were high But nothing really ever got said But who was in my room last night? Who the hell was in my bed?