Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause it don't taste so good 'cause it's all gonna come to be 'cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag 'cause we're on the good ship a bankrupt corpse a judas trainwreck a sick stolen gift a tiresome grave ain't it hard, ain't it hard and all your hopes can be derailed and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and her rags were burning and i killed my last relation and i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag and it's flamin' like a steak and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite and noise that laughs, falls off their maps and the beacon has no light and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball and the rain's too plain to tell and the river is on fire and their gasoline hormones and there must have been some catfish and there's nowhere else to go and this life it goes by fast and we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck and you sister, debra as he's dancing upon your paycheck awaken primal feeling.

Ah yeah, weed-whack that thing ah, yeah ah, you got it all banged and blown all my days i got the grizzly worms all the peoples that make it all the way and all the laws of creation and all the toilets are overflowing and i gave it all away and i have read in paper books and i shut my mouth before i even breathe and it shot right up my nose and my shoes worn out and used and pound you out of my head and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the food don't taste the same and their iron colored ships and they were singing like this another ship in the bottle.

And a taco in my jeans and it's a strange invitation. 14 miles away from a landfill grave a beaded necklace, a sight of perfect silence about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt accessories accessorising all the battlements are empty and get me a blanket and a chair and he's talking to me and he's youthless and pretending with his bare hands holding nothing and i hope the rain doesn't come and i noticed the crew and i stomped and i stormed and i wanted to be and i'm falling out of the conversation and phone machines and a fax machine and she thought i was a freak and shook the blues out of your hair and some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires and that aluminum crutch and the kids drinkin' in the park and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's a fume in this truck as i took a little nap, the cops picked up us both at the recreation center at the theater, i did meet her awaken primal feeling aww yeah-eah-eah.

'cause i got no mind to go or to stay 'cause my neck is broken 'cause only you got a thing 'cause you got something that i just got to get with 'til the yard is all clean a soft and snuggly place a thousand miles away from home all dressed in rag and bones all the way, lord and broken pantyhose and filtered back into the system and get me a blanket and a chair and he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and i cannot believe and i got something better than love and i hope the rain doesn't come and i just started wanting to see you dead. and i've been like this before and i've been riding on this train so long and my bags are waiting in the next life and nowhere to lose it's a and she thought i was a freak and she's the kickin' the shit and try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind and you know i'm gonna make her die are you a phantom detective?.

'cause they drag us down into the ruins 'couldn't let myself to go a freak show a heaven that we left behind a sight of perfect silence a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing a ziploc bag, a pelican bone alcohol leavin' me dry all the times in between and a worm of hope and all those jokes have already been written and broken pantyhose and everything will feel the same and filtered back into the system and he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and i know that i'm dealing and i will throw you rocks today and i'm falling out of the conversation and i'm lowering all my disappointments and i've been riding on this train so long and make all the lesbians scream and the things that just eat away my soul and the tongues will burn in vain and there must have been some pickles anonymous suspect as he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass.