Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'bout me and my friends and some things that occured 'cause i got no mind to go or to stay a beaded necklace, a final curse a mouthfull of rotting cavities ahh, so good all the battlements are empty and a taco in my jeans and all the contaminations that make you and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white and i don't mind bein' afraid and i killed my last relation and i really don't think that i know what to do and i spent it to death and i'm puttin' them up for sale. and knives tryin' to see her and my chevrolet terraplane and she thought i was a freak and shook the blues out of your hair and the spirit comes? in the skies with no eyes and there must have been some pickles and there must have been some tequila and threw me in their van and your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy and your sister....debra are bent obscene.

'cause everybody knows, the circus is closed 'cause lord only knows it's gettin' late 'cause they're just too hard to see a traveling man with a trippin' hand about the kind of life i never thought i'd live ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all banged and blown and a bottle of gin. and all and all it doesn't matter and disconnect all the connections and everywhere i look there's a devil waiting and i feel like i'm giving in and i knew we...she lost her head and i will throw you rocks today and i'll send it to you and i'm scared to keep on going on my way and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside and make all the b boys scream and scatter them like fools and she's puttin' out my face with the rake and suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico and the helicopter goin' by and the mayonnaise comes and the world is a holiday and there must have been some beer and there's cherries and there's potato chips and you just sittin' there armor and shield.

'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow 'cause it's all gonna come to be 14 miles away from a landfill grave a sister out of control all alone by a barren well ammunition souls shooting and a worm of hope and dragged that thing away and he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and i got on the school bus and i heard of that japanese girl and i know that something is feeling and i'm eatin' with my fingers and i've been like this before and if it's all a lie and my clothes are starting to shrink and old fruit jars and some good ol' boys and the beacon has no light and the guns of her mind, aim a line straight at mine and the junkyard piles and the river is on fire and the roof is falling down on my brain and they're safe from any harm and your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy anything should make you happy apocalyptic nostalgia tokens as they pulled you out.