Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted amen.....bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in porches and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and it better be long as the troubles in my head and pound you out of my head and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels and the sun don't shine.

'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with 'cause the wind that is blowing a final curse all around a water tank all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists all the peoples that make it and he's youthless and pretending with his bare hands holding nothing and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i am not a dog and i just started to see the light of day and i never, never want it and it made me really sick and now i'm limpin' all over when i feel your touch and she's puttin' out my face with the rake and some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires and talk to your devils and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the time is runnin low and when i say another ship in the bottle as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon at the service station.

'cause everybody knows, the circus is closed 'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt ah yeah, weed-whack that thing all i've got left is the taste of salt in my mouth and he's givin' it away to people you don't know and my pants ain't getting no bigger and my shiverin voice is singing and scatter them like fools and she's the kickin' the shit and the mayonnaise comes as his wife handed him a drink.