Whatever
Butthole Surfers Lyrics


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Peace? I hate the word.
As I hate hell, all Montagues.

I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help my head is spin'n round
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair

Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I was a scream last night

It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt

Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!

Shot me down




Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, biatch.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Butthole Surfers' song "Whatever" are highly enigmatic and open to interpretation. The song seems to be a stream-of-consciousness ramble that touches on various themes, from the meaningless of peace (as represented by the opening line) to the absurdity of celebrity culture (with references to John Wayne and Bette Davis), to tragic love stories (such as Juliet's fate and Romeo's waving to a chorus girl). The song's disjointed structure and surreal imagery suggest a dream-like state, as if the singer is struggling to make sense of his own subconscious.


The second half of the song intensifies this dream-like quality with disturbing and bizarre images of self-destruction and violent death. The singer refers to himself as "made of parts" and asks for someone to make him a "suit" so he can "get it off," perhaps indicating a desire to escape from his own body or consciousness. The singer also describes being "on fire" and "breathing gasoline," which could be interpreted as a metaphor for drug use or simply a surreal fantasy of self-immolation. The final lines of the song introduce a new character who may or may not be a part of the singer's dream, a person who gets shot and whose fate is left unclear.


Overall, "Whatever" is a fascinating and challenging piece of psychedelic art-rock that resists easy explanation. The song's lyrics are steeped in dark humor, literary and pop culture references, and imagery that is both absurd and disturbing. Whether the song is meant to convey a specific message or simply evoke a certain mood is up for debate, but there is no doubt that it is a unique and compelling musical experience.


Line by Line Meaning

Peace? I hate the word.
I despise the concept of 'peace.'


As I hate hell, all Montagues.
I loathe all Montagues as much as I hate hell itself.


I had a dream last night, 'Cause it looked just like a dream
I dreamt, but the vision was so lifelike that it felt real.


I had a dream last night, But it looked unlike a dream
I had a dream, but it was not like any other dream I've ever had.


Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts, Make me a suit so I can get it off
I need mercy because I am fragmented. Make me a suit to free myself from this state.


Heaven help my head is spin'n round, Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
My head is in turmoil. I need divine intervention to stop the chaos and get back to earth.


Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis, And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
I raise a toast to Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis. Romeo even acknowledged a chorus girl and a beggar's hair.


Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills, And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
Juliet is dead, and she has a pocket full of medication. Jesus is in Mexico getting her prescription filled.


She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
She was smoking hot, and I was intoxicated by her presence.


Walked backwards, fucked like a fox, I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
I moved backward, had sex like an animal, and was more inebriated than your sister's fishing equipment.


Three a.m. at five o'clock, And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
It was 3 a.m. but felt like 5 o'clock, and one of us left, and I got hurt.


That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, biatch.
That's the end of my rap. Take it to the streets, buddy.




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Written by: HAVENS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@thehonorablereverendaddiso1943

lyrics:

Peace? I hate the word.
As I hate hell, all Montagues.

I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream

Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help my head is spin'n round
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair

Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)

I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt

Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!

Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, biatch.



All comments from YouTube:

@BeautyByKy21

“peace, i hate the word. as i hate hell, all montagues” BEST MOVIE & SOUNDTRACK <3333333

@ELRIOdeMIAMI

AND THEE

@newvocabulary

This track fuucks.

@amylynn5191

This song. Just this song. That drop. God bless that drop.

@marcusaurelius8411

“...And I got SHOT! Shot me down... Yeah, whatever. Rock out! That’s it, that’s my rhyme. Take it to the street, biotch!” This is my jam!

@CrawDaddyT

Amazing song. I still believe he should have ended it with “and I got SHOT”… then nothing else

@brandi_with_an_i

Forgot how much I loved the Butthole Surfers. Long live the 90s!

@NaggersandJoggers

rectum riding rodeo

@ameliapotter627

All I can think of is the Capulet boys strutting along the beach in slow motion towards the Montague boys looking like total badasses ☠️

@konstantinkoverchenko9587

This and Natural Born Killers and The Crow soundtrack are freakin’ incredible! >_<

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