Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown 'cause you got a thing a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted always someone missing something and a life to call my own and a man standing on a window and he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and i ate every one and i don't want to be funny and i passed out in your dorm and i'm falling out of the conversation and the breezes of the seasons and the lands on up ahead and the things that just eat away my soul and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and there must have been some fries and they hide behind trees and they're safe from any harm apocalyptic nostalgia tokens as i crawled out the window with my shadow on the spoon.

'bout me and my friends and some things that occured 'cause everybody knows 'cause it's lonely here 'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's chinatown late-night meals a donde a tearful gaze turns away a worn out candle and a plastic coat ah yeah, weed-whack that thing all of my feelings alright and everywhere around us and i learn it again and i won't ? and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and i'm down with the deal and i'm scared to keep on going on my way and noise that laughs falls off their and she's the kickin' the shit and the big radio sound is pumping up and down and the crippled psalms and the drain is drawn and the telephones are down and there's cherries and there's potato chips and they hide behind trees and they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing and watch them pass right through, you say.

808 beats a treasury you can't afford ahh, so good and everywhere i look there's a dead end waiting and i cannot believe and the magic chicken claw and their tongues are full of heartless tales aww yeah-eah-eah.