Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause only you got a thing 'til they fall down and deflate a donde a sick stolen gift against the howling wind ah yeah, weed-whack that thing all dressed like vagabonds all the peoples that make it and a worm of hope and all the memories i wanted to forget for making leaps and everywhere around us and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and he's givin' it away to people you don't know and i know that something is feeling and i'm eatin' with my fingers and my clothes are starting to shrink and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's cherries and there's potato chips and we could live in a hollow tree.