Beck Lyrics Ipsum
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'cause everybody knows, the circus is closed a diamond in the sleaze alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation and all and all it doesn't matter and everything's perfect and everything's bright and i let my twig fly in the wind... and it's rude and my shoes worn out and used and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the helicopter goin' by and the rain it comes and floods our lungs and there must have been some beer and they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing.
All of the people now alone at last amen.....bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in porches and a taco in my jeans and blasting his tv back at me and everywhere i look there's a dead end waiting and he's talking to me and i don't know what state i'm in and i just started wanting to punch your face, and i wanted to be and i'm puttin' it down and i've been lookin' for my shadow and old fruit jars and the band playin' down below and the food don't taste the same and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the microphone all covered with flies and the world is a holiday and there's weight-loss pills and these children leave their rulers behind and you've taken for granted arkansas wet dreams.
'cause it's plain and it's real a broken blanket, flaming sawdust a throwaway from an open grave a tiresome grave ahh, so good ahhhhhhhhhh airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all dressed like vagabonds and get me a blanket and a chair and gimme some weight-loss pills and he's givin' it away to people you don't even know and he's talking to me and i am disappointed and i just started wanting to see you dead. and i woke up on the ceiling and i'm down to the sound and i've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes and if you get to the point and it's marked upon their faces and off his melting jaw and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head and there must have been some fries and watch them pass right through, you say and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing.
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All of the people now alone at last amen.....bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in porches and a taco in my jeans and blasting his tv back at me and everywhere i look there's a dead end waiting and he's talking to me and i don't know what state i'm in and i just started wanting to punch your face, and i wanted to be and i'm puttin' it down and i've been lookin' for my shadow and old fruit jars and the band playin' down below and the food don't taste the same and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the microphone all covered with flies and the world is a holiday and there's weight-loss pills and these children leave their rulers behind and you've taken for granted arkansas wet dreams.
'cause it's plain and it's real a broken blanket, flaming sawdust a throwaway from an open grave a tiresome grave ahh, so good ahhhhhhhhhh airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all dressed like vagabonds and get me a blanket and a chair and gimme some weight-loss pills and he's givin' it away to people you don't even know and he's talking to me and i am disappointed and i just started wanting to see you dead. and i woke up on the ceiling and i'm down to the sound and i've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes and if you get to the point and it's marked upon their faces and off his melting jaw and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head and there must have been some fries and watch them pass right through, you say and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing.