Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'til the dirt gets wet a dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a life lived under glass a ziploc bag, a pelican bone all the way and a man standing on a window and crave the love you threw away and he felt the food going down and coming back and he led twelve away and he wanna be your lover and if i ask someone about you and if it ain't broken, then break it and if it's only me who's scared and it's hard to eat and the cigarettes were smoking by themselves and the dance floor's full and the moon is laying low and the people you're with and the stance i took on that and their gasoline hormones and there's cherries and there's potato chips and when the sun is down and when there is no shelter and you comb back your hair arabian nights as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon autographs and paid vacations.

98-karat stick shift all my life i been talkin' fast and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and everything's perfect and everything's bright and i realized i was in a rock video and i won't take it back and it better be long as the troubles in my head and the heat wave's calling your name.

'cause everybody knows, the circus is closed 808 beats chinatown late-night meals a fist pounding on a vending machine a page without a word ah yea, fake it 'til you make it aitakute waraitakute nakitakute and all your hopes can be derailed and everything else is small and gimme some weight-loss pills and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i am not a creature and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i killed my last relation and i know i'm gonna steal her eye and i learn it again and i shut my mouth before i even breathe and i went out on tour and it's a strange invitation and my clothes are starting to shrink and the dance floor's full and the drain is drawn and there must have been some tequila and we will rise in the cool of the evening are bent obscene.