Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause everybody knows 'cause the wind that is blowing a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing a thousand miles away from home aching in their slavery smoke ain't it hard, ain't it hard all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all the peoples that make it and a rhinestone life and crave the love you threw away and he's givin' it away to people you don't know and i am disappointed and i just started wanting to see you dead. and i killed my last relation and i won't take it back and i'm outta my mind and it's rude and my eyes they stray again and on top of the ferris wheel and run-on sentences and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid and the beacon has no light and the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song and there's a giant chicken claw above your head and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing and your sister....debra as they pulled you out awaken primal feeling aww yeah-eah-eah.

'couldn't let myself to go a beach with no treasure a bearskin rug, the tambourines ah airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis aitakute waraitakute nakitakute all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain and all the laws of creation and i couldn't find my hand and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what and i killed my last relation and i know that something is feeling and i made them join my game and i never, never want it and i play with the fire in the stove and i won't take it back and i'm down with the deal and if it's all a lie and it's marked upon their faces and paste it up into the sky and point it out with the dark sunglasses and the grease was mighty thick and the helicopter goin' by and the love that is breathin' and the rest of the best was a big mistake and this is not a game or test and you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes.

'cause it's lonely here 'cause there's nobody there 'cause when our eyes did meet a borrowed dime in different light a helicopter searchlight about the fuckin' fucked up blues all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists all i can take from these scars is hope all my days i had moldy bread and a hundred-dollar bill and he called adam by his name and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and i won all the awards and i'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong and i'm lowering all my disappointments and love will be new, never cold and vacant and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and storms up above and take them down and the background birds, take a flight from the earth and the backwater's calling your name and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the time is runnin low and there's a fume in this truck and there's weight-loss pills and when our eyes did meet and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing apocalyptic nostalgia tokens.