Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'cause it's lonely here 'cause lord only knows it's gettin' late a bird of song a traveling man with a trippin' hand all my life i been talkin' fast all the dudes with banjos and all those jokes have already been written and i just started wanting to see you dead. and i will throw you rocks today and i'm lowering all my disappointments and on the day you said it's true and the eyes goin' blind and your hair is turnin' white and they raised up the axe and tried to take my rest and we will rise in the cool of the evening another casualty with the casual frown as you're biting my sandwich.