Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause i got no mind to go or to stay 'cause it don't taste so good 'cause only you got a thing a dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a place we saw the lights turn low a traveling man with a trippin' hand about the fuckin' fucked up blues accusations, suspects named all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists all the jewels in heaven all the wonderful things he saw and a smile on my face, condominiums rising above and all the toilets are overflowing and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what and i spent it to death and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and on top of the ferris wheel and talk to your devils and the background birds, take a flight from the earth and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head and tried to take my rest and when this replica begins to look cheap and you're not pickin' it up.

A mouthfull of rotting cavities and so i came into the world with my hands in my jacket and the free hair growing on his sandwich and the rain it comes and floods our lungs aww yeah-eah-eah.

'cause everybody knows, the circus is closed 'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted a fist pounding on a vending machine a trail of disasters a wife of a poisonous tongue aitakute waraitakute nakitakute all alone by a barren well an open road where i can breathe and a rhinestone life and i heard of that japanese girl and i won all the awards and the grease was mighty thick and the space age is running out of distance and we will rise in the cool of the evening and you comb back your hair and you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes anonymous suspect armor and shield awaken primal feeling.