Beck Lyrics Ipsum

A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a perfect, stupid, cardboard reject about the kind of life i never thought i'd live aching up their slavery smoke all the jewels in heaven and a worm of hope and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and an old barbed wire on the funeral fire and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and gimme some weight-loss pills and i am not a bone and i passed out in your dorm and i saw at once and phone calls from people in chicago and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and their iron colored ships and these children leave their rulers behind and you comb back your hair as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror.

. 'cause it's plain and it's real 'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with ahh, so good aitakute waraenai hibi wa all my friends got dixie soul ammunition souls shooting and everything's perfect and everything's bright and he lives on top and i bought some coffee and i didn't have no cash and i just started wanting to punch your face. and i may be joking, you'll be choking instead and it shot right up my nose and nobody knows where we been and noise that laughs, falls off their maps and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and put your skeletons in jail. and she's meditating with the devil. and she's the kickin' the shit and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball and they're safe from any harm and watch them pass right through, you say and you stare into space trying to discern what to say now.

A laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted a sparkle in the night acid casualty with a repossessed car and it's marked upon their faces and scatter them like fools and you've taken for granted as i say reason i'm late on.