Creep In The Cellar Lyrics - Rembrandt Pussyhorse - Butthole Surfers

Oh there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in 

There's a hole in his brain where his mind should've been 

When he starts talkin' backwards your head starts to spin 

And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow! 

Oh there's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air 

And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care 

When the fists are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare 

Cause the turkey's talkin' backwards, it'll raise up your hair 

Oh there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let...in