Beck Lyrics Ipsum

All cured of pain and doubts in your little brain and i realized i was in a rock video and i'm eatin' with my fingers and they hide behind trees and when our eyes did meet at the halfway home at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror.

Accusations, suspects named all the battlements are empty and a backstage pass and a rhinestone life and a voice that was singin' underneath the window and all your belongings and everywhere i look there's a devil waiting and i don't want to be funny and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i know i'm gonna make her die and i let my twig fly in the wind... and i saw at once and i'm lowering all my disappointments and i've been lookin' for a good time and it's hard to compete and it's written in the pages and my bags are waiting in the next life and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the free hair growing on his sandwich and the stains on my clothes and the world is a holiday and tried to take my rest and wash me down the gutter automatic bzooty autopilot drivers.

'cause they're just too hard to see a heaven that we left behind a song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives acid casualty with a repossessed car all my days i got the grizzly worms alone at last and a backstage pass and all that it feeds and all the distortion pedals are melted and asks me what i got to show and i couldn't find my hand and i don't want to be funny and if it ain't broken, then break it and point it out with the dark sunglasses and set up a whole new show and she got's the soul and she thought i was a freak and the lands on up ahead and there must have been some pickles and this is not a game or test and this life it goes by fast and tomorrow is just another crazy scam and you better not let my good gal catch you here.