Beck Lyrics Ipsum

. 'cause it's lonely here a final curse ah yea, fake it 'til you make it and after i was done and i'm scared to keep on going on my way and she dangles like a bottle and the night's just begun and the sweat is day-glo autographs and paid vacations.

'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack 'cause they drag us down into the ruins [lower tone of voice] a broken blanket, flaming sawdust a night that's so blue a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing adults with cordless personalities all my friends got dixie soul and a life to call my own and call them all the nasty things that you can and drained and gone and he led twelve away and i am so long waiting and something is vacant when i think it's all beginning and the magic chicken claw and the sun don't shine and their tongues are full of heartless tales and you better not let my good gal catch you here and your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino anonymous calls.

'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack a worn out candle and a plastic coat ain't no time wastin no time all the battlements are empty and a bottle of gin. and everything's perfect and everything's bright and i am not a creature and make all the big boys scream and phone calls from people in chicago and she got's the soul and talk to your devils and the rest of the best was a big mistake and wash me down the gutter and when this replica begins to look cheap and you just sittin' there and you know i'm gonna make her die.