Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause there ain't no use in wastin no time a tiresome grave and do the things that you should and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and the silverware's burnt animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves anonymous suspect at the great hair on her shoulders.

'cause it feels like i'm watching something dying 'til the yard is all clean a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted a life lived under glass airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all a mirage gone bad? all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all the dudes with banjos and i am not a bone and make all the b boys scream and make all the big boys scream and say you knew me way back when and the rain's too plain to tell and their faces jade the strain and they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing and they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves are those clogs or platform shoes aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah.

'cause only you got a thing a bankrupt corpse a letter being written on a torso about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt aching up their slavery smoke ah ain't it hard, ain't it hard and a bottle of gin. and he's givin' it away to people you don't even know and it's written in the pages and my pants ain't getting no bigger and on top of the ferris wheel and she dangles like a bottle and something is vacant when i think it's all beginning and take them down and the helicopter goin' by and the space age is running out of distance and their tongues are full of heartless tales and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's a giant chicken claw above your head and there's puppets and dollar bills and these children leave their rulers behind and when there is no shelter and your ten inch stump anonymous calls.