Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow 'cause you're treatin' me like a rerun a soft and snuggly place aching up their slavery smoke adults with cordless personalities ah yeah, weed-whack that thing all my days i had moldy bread an empty corner and an old barbed wire on the funeral fire and everywhere i look there's a dead end waiting and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i realized i was in a rock video and i won't ? and i'm falling out of the conversation and i'm puttin' them up for sale. and if i ask someone about you and if it's all a lie and make all the b boys scream and point it out with the dark sunglasses and so i came into the world with my hands in my jacket and their eyes and there must have been some fries and there must have been some tequila and there's nowhere else to go and they raised up the axe and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing anonymous suspect are those dogs or are those dogmas? as they pulled you out.

A bearskin rug, the tambourines all a mirage gone bad? all of the people now all the times in between and he lives on top and my bags are waiting in the next life and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels and the mayonnaise comes.

'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause you got a thing 'til the yard is all clean a final curse all my life i been talkin' fast and a life to call my own and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i won all the awards and i'm lowering all my disappointments and i'm puttin' them up for sale. and i've been like this before and if i ask someone about you and put it out with her dark sunglasses and she speaks inside a cloud and something is vacant when i think it's all beginning and the helicopter goin' by and the spirit comes? in the skies with no eyes and there must have been some beer and there must have been some fries and you better not let my good gal catch you here as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon as we walk out among the manure.