Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'bout barney 'cause it don't taste so good 'cause it's getting hard to think a sight of perfect silence a sister out of control aggot on your sleeve and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and flaky skin, and he's youthless and pretending with his bare hands holding nothing and the beacon has no light and there's weight-loss pills and you've taken for granted.

'til the dirt gets wet and suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico. A donde a freak show a heaven that we left behind and all your hopes can be derailed and he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv and she's meditating with the devil. and the spirit comes? in the skies with no eyes.

'bout me and my friends and some things that occured 'cause i got no mind to go or to stay 'cause it's getting hard to think 'cause the wind that is blowing 'cause there ain't no use in wastin no time 666 up into a chain link wind a perfunctory prescription a sparkle in the night all my life i been talkin' fast and he led twelve away and i feel like i'm giving in and i'm lovin' everything you say and i've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending and it stands just where i sat and my mouth is full of sand and i don't understand and put it out into the sun and there's puppets and dollar bills and you're not pickin' it up and your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino anonymous suspect anything should make you happy as his wife handed him a drink automatic bzooty.