Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'cause it don't taste so good 'til the dirt gets wet 'til they fall down and deflate a heaven that we left behind ain't no time wastin no time alcohol on my hands alright here's a stupid song i wrote today and her rags were burning and how am i supposed to live with that and i got something better than love and it stands just where i've set and paste it up into the sky and set up a whole new show and the drain is drawn and the free hair growing on his sandwich and there must have been some pickles and tightening above the buckles and you're not pickin' it up.

A mouthfull of rotting cavities ain't it hard, ain't it hard and i know that something is feeling and pound you out of my head and the free hair growing on his sandwich and the people don't breathe and the rest of the best was a big mistake.

'til the dirt gets wet a letter being written on a torso and a smile on my face, condominiums rising above and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and it's getting down to the wire and the background birds, take a flight from the earth and the beans were so hard and their tongues are full of heartless tales and you had a rough night.