Beck Lyrics Ipsum

A helicopter searchlight a sister out of control a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing a soft and snuggly place all the damage felt alright and a taco in my jeans and all the toilets are overflowing and call them all the nasty things that you can and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck and i don't mind bein' afraid and i just started wanting to punch your face, and i know that something is feeling and i made them join my game and i'm eatin' with my fingers and i'm reaching my threshold and nowhere dreams it's a and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball and the rest of the best was a big mistake and the spirit comes? in the skies with no eyes and there's nowhere else to go and tightening above the buckles and tore them limb from limb and we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck and you're doin' it there another casualty with the casual frown.

98-karat stick shift and all that it feeds and i knew that i was right and i like pianos in the evening sun and paste it up into the sky and the backwater's calling your name and the courage was sublime, pantomime and the drugs won't kill your day job, honey and the tongues will burn in vain.

All my life i been talkin' fast all right and my bags are waiting in the next life and the sun don't shine and tried to take my rest autopilot drivers.