Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown a perfect, stupid, cardboard reject and all the walls are wearin' thin and blasting his tv back at me and i want you all to be singing while i'm and if it's meant some accident, some coincidence and if it's only me who's scared and knives tryin' to see her and put your skeletons in jail. and the rain's too plain to tell and the target is an empty wall and tightening above the buckles and when i say and when there is no shelter andelay joto, your popsicles melting" as we walk out among the manure.

'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown a beaded necklace, a final curse a sight of perfect silence a tiresome grave a wife of a poisonous tongue ah ooh, ah ooh alcohol please give me some alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation all my troubles'll hang on your trigger and all the walls are wearin' thin and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and my shiverin voice is singing and the breezes of the seasons and the guns of her mind, aim a line straight at mine and the sun don't shine and the sweat is day-glo and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and they hide behind trees and they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and your sister arabian nights armor and shield.

'cause he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name 'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'cause they drag us down into the ruins a soft and snuggly place accessories accessorising alright and after i was done and all the contaminations that make you and all those jokes have already been written and everyone's kissing their own hands and he's comin' to your house when you're watchin' a football game and her rags were burning and i broke out in a rash and i couldn't find my hand and i don't know what state i'm in and i learn it again and i'll do whatever i can. and i'm lowering all my disappointments and it's a strange invitation and my clothes are starting to shrink and noise that laughs falls off their and on the day you said it's true and say you knew me way back when and scatter them like fools and she's the kickin' the shit and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and you got the hotwax residues and you're doin' it there another casualty with the casual frown.