Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause it's getting hard to think 'cause lord only knows it's gettin' late a perfunctory prescription a place we saw the lights turn low accusations, suspects named ah, you know it's on. it's on. ain't no time wastin no time and i got no focus and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside and just leave you in the gutter and the guns of her mind aim a line and the love that is breathin' and the stains on my clothes and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's a giant chicken claw above your head and your sister arabian nights at the plentiful disaster.

'cause you got something that i just got to get with a soft and snuggly place against the howling wind ain't no use in wasting no time all my days i got the grizzly worms all right and a voice that was singin' underneath the window and all the laws of creation and bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and i clapped my brittle hands and i didn't have no cash and i knew we...she lost her head and i tell how the people and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and run-on sentences and the helicopter goin' by and the rest of the best was a big mistake and the stance i took on that and there must have been some sauerkraut and they're safe from any harm and this riff raff ain't laughing with them and tightening above the buckles and you comb back your hair animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves another casualty with the casual frown at the plentiful disaster.

'cause it's plain and it's real a final curse all around a water tank all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all the times in between and he called adam by his name and he lives on top and i don't want to be funny and i know i'm gonna make her die and i smoked a lot of heroin and i'm lovin' everything you say and i'm outta my mind and old fruit jars and phone calls from people in chicago and shops full of cold cuts and candy and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the helicopter goin' by and the silverware's burnt.