Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause it's plain and it's real 'cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag 'cause you're shinin' way too bright 14 miles away from a landfill grave a heaven that we left behind a state i dearly love a treasury you can't afford ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all banged and blown all my friends got dixie soul all the stars stripped from the sky all the things they said would happen to you and a bottle of gin. and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and an old barbed wire on the funeral fire and i opened up the taco stand and i'm down to the sound and i've been riding on this train so long and i've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite and scatter them like fools and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and the beans were so hard and the guns of her mind aim a line and when the sun is down and you stare into space trying to discern what to say now another casualty with the casual frown arkansas wet dreams awaken primal feeling.