Beck Lyrics Ipsum

A trail of disasters a wife of a poisonous tongue alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation all dressed in rag and bones altogether in a snake pit of souls and broken pantyhose and i'm puttin' it down and i've been like this before and she dangles like a bottle and syphilis patients on brochure vacations and the drugs won't kill your day job, honey and the free hair growing on his sandwich and the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song and the stains on my clothes and you know i'm gonna make her die andelay joto, your popsicles melting" animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves another misspent night are bent obscene at the recreation center.

'cause it feels like i'm watching something dying 'cause there's no kind of wealth alcohol please give me some all the wonderful things he saw and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i just started to see the light of day and i went out on tour and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid and the telephones are down.

'cause only you got a thing 'cause there ain't no use in wastin no time 'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag a heaven that we left behind a song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives acid casualty with a repossessed car airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis aitakute waraenai hibi wa all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all of the people now all upon my sleeve altogether in a snake pit of souls and all the roads are blocked off and everywhere i look there's a dead end waiting and he jousted with the flaming huffy dog and he slammed the boxcar door and i get caught up and i just started wanting to punch your face. and i killed my last relation and i let my twig fly in the wind... and i will throw you rocks today and i'm lowering all my disappointments and knives tryin' to see her and phone machines and a fax machine and the bandages are the same and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head and the tongues will burn in vain and there must have been some bagels and try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind arabian nights.