Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name alone at last and a bottle of gin. and do the things that you should and i'm eatin' with my fingers and some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires and you just sittin' there.

'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag alone at last and call them all the nasty things that you can and crave the love you threw away and he lives on top and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and i know that something is feeling and i've been lookin' for a good time and it's pointin' at the door and knives tryin' to see her and the animals have gone wild and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the drain is drawn and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and your umbrella was a tangled mess apocalyptic nostalgia tokens.

'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack 666 up into chinatown late-night meals a beaded necklace, a hideous game vanishes in thin air a parasite's appetite a treasury you can't afford aching up their slavery smoke acid casualty with a repossessed car all a mirage gone bad? and a life to call my own and after i was done and everywhere i look there's a devil waiting and gimme some weight-loss pills and he jousted with the flaming huffy dog and he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled and i am disappointed and i just started wanting to see you dead. and i knew that i was right and i play with the fire in the stove and i've been lookin' for a good time and that aluminum crutch and the grease was mighty thick and the helicopter goin' by and the roof is falling down on my brain and their gasoline hormones and you better not let my good gal catch you here and you had a rough night as he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass.