Beck Lyrics Ipsum

. 'cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag a bankrupt corpse a diamond in the sleaze a life lived under glass and a hundred-dollar bill and all the roads are blocked off and i don't mind bein' afraid and i get caught up and i hope the rain doesn't come and i passed out in your dorm and i wanted to be and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and nowhere to lose it's a and shops full of cold cuts and candy and some good ol' boys and your ten inch stump another ship in the bottle as i say reason i'm late on.

'cause i got no mind to go or to stay 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack 'til the yard is all clean a hideous game vanishes in thin air aggot on your sleeve ahhhhhhhhhh alcohol leavin' me dry all i can take from these scars is hope all the wonderful things he saw alright here's a stupid song i wrote today ammunition souls shooting and i am not a dog and i clapped my brittle hands and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what and i want you all to be singing while i'm and i went out on tour and if you get to the point and it made me really sick and make all the b boys scream and make all the big boys scream and my bags are waiting in the next life and my soul's just a silhouette and no thoughts and the dance floor's full and we could live in a hollow tree and you just sittin' there and your mouth, it smells like hair gel at the halfway home aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah.

'cause it's all gonna come to be 'cause it's payday everyday of the week a town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked all my life i been talkin' fast and a hundred dollar bill and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and i don't want to be funny and on top of the ferris wheel and the time is runnin low and you're the last thing on my list and you've taken for granted.