Pottery Lyrics - Butthole Surfers

Who made trophies/chopsticks out of dogshit? 

Women naked, children scream 

Who got/took pictures of a head wound/Abraham? 

We all beg/plaid for a magazine/American Dream 

We all spring up from the other scene 

But my mama hates her son on Sunday 

The Wednesday is our favorite day now 

Who died in a high school car wreck? 

Who burnt crosses on your lawn? 

The Easter bunny is made of chocolate/We eat bunnies made of chocolate 

We do things that Popeye wants/done by one 

We all spring up from the other scene 

We eat Ding-Dongs, Fridays Cornflakes 

We got a Repo for us kids now/LSD 

We are victims of the city 

We are children of the dark 

We have surgeons dating Elvis/Who's searching James Dean and Elvis? 

We had/have sex in a pick-up truck 

We all spring up from the other/ultimate scene 

My mama hates her son on Sunday 

But Monday is a different thing