Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause it's getting hard to think a gambler's purse lays on the road and blasting his tv back at me and drained and gone and i couldn't find my hand and i like pianos in the evening sun and i take all and grin at my future on the way and the women, all runnin' around and we could live in a hollow tree at the dancin' children.

'bout barney 'cause you got something that i just got to get with a paradise ambassador a song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all of the people now an open road where i can breathe and asks me what i got to show and i broke out in a rash and i know that i'm dealing and that aluminum crutch and the bandages are the same and the breezes of the seasons animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves.

'cause you got something that i just got to get with a perfunctory prescription a tiresome grave accessories accessorising ah yea, fake it 'til you make it ain't no fire in the pan alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation already dead to me now, already dead to me now and after i was done and all the toilets are overflowing and everybody's gotta learn sometime and flaky skin, and he felt the food going down and coming back and he led twelve away and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and he's talking to me and i'm outta my mind and it shot right up my nose and make all the big boys scream and noise that laughs, falls off their maps and put it out with her dark sunglasses and she got's the soul and the drain is drawn and the girls don't talk when i'm around and there's a fume in this truck and there's puppets and dollar bills and you better not let my good gal catch you here and you sister, debra.