Beck Lyrics Ipsum

Aching up their slavery smoke all dressed in rag and bones and he called adam by his name and i got something better than love and i just started wanting to punch your face, and i play with the fire in the stove and i stomped and i stormed and it's marked upon their faces and shook the blues out of your hair and the dust did settle down and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about as his wife handed him a drink.