Butthole Surfers Who Was in My Room Last Night

I'm Flying

On and on my body burned
My sheets all wet and cold
The lights were on, my eyes were gone
And any second lose control
A pounding on my window
Just a 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 nothing I could see
And somebody moved the door

The cops, the priest, the crisis line
And no one really had a clue
No one to 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
Who was in my room last night?
Who the hell was in my bed?