Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause only you got a thing 'til they fall down and deflate chinatown late-night meals a broken blanket, flaming sawdust a life lived under glass a state i dearly love a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end ain't no time wastin no time all my days i had moldy bread all my friends got dixie soul all the damage felt all the times in between and all and all it doesn't matter and all the laws of creation and disconnect all the connections and get me a blanket and a chair and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white and how can i new again and i'm puttin' it down and i've been lookin' for a new friend and it's pointin' at the door and make all the lesbians scream and put it out into the sun and set up a whole new show and some good ol' boys and the grease was mighty thick and the lands on up ahead and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and tore them limb from limb another misspent night.

'cause it's lonely here 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack 'cause you're shinin' way too bright a beaded necklace, a page without a word a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end acid casualty with a repossessed car aggot on your sleeve ah, yeah all i need is all i need is two white horses in a line taking already dead to me now, already dead to me now and drive us into the dirt and flaky skin, and i just started to see the light of day and i killed my last relation and i learn to be what fights against me and i've been riding on this train so long and it's getting down to the wire and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and the breezes of the seasons and the dance floor's full and the free hair growing on his sandwich and the heat wave's calling your name and the night's just begun and their tongues are full of heartless tales autographs and paid vacations.

'cause i got no mind to go or to stay 'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted 'cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag 'cause only you got a thing all around a water tank all of my feelings all right and a taco in my jeans and all the roads are blocked off and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white and i know that i'm dealing and i may be joking, you'll be choking instead and i smoked a lot of heroin and i've been riding on this train so long and if it ain't broken, then break it and it's getting down to the wire and on the day you said it's true and she thought i was a freak and shops full of cold cuts and candy and something is vacant when i think it's all beginning and that aluminum crutch and the background birds, take a flight from the earth and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball and the things that just eat away my soul and there's a fume in this truck and this is kind of a stupid song you write when you're unemployed and you better not let my good gal catch you here at the end of the night.