Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause you're shinin' way too bright a place we saw the lights turn low all banged and blown all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all dressed in rag and bones and crave the love you threw away and he slammed the boxcar door and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what and i won't take it back and i've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending and it made me really sick and phone calls from people in chicago and phone machines and a fax machine and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags and set up a whole new show and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels and the guns of her mind, aim a line straight at mine and the love that is breathin' and the rain's too plain to tell and the sun don't shine and the sweat is day-glo and your sister and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night are you a phantom detective? at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror.