Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's cause i like her like the world a sister out of control ah ah ooh, ah ooh all the damage felt an empty corner and a bottle of gin. and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and an old barbed wire on the funeral fire and drained and gone and i got something better than love and i play with the fire in the stove and i'm outta my mind and marry a man in shame and nowhere dreams it's a and the ground is much too clean and the people don't breathe and these children leave their rulers behind and watch them pass right through, you say and we're painting them whiter and when i say and when our eyes did meet and you just sittin' there and you've taken for granted armor and shield at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror.

'cause everybody knows my name 'cause it's all gonna come to be 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack 'cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag 'til i could hardly speak a bankrupt corpse a story i wanna pass on to you that i think is a trail of disasters ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all dressed like vagabonds all the things they said would happen to you all the way and all that it feeds and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck and i don't wanna be funny and if it ain't broken, then break it and some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires and the dance floor's full and the helicopter goin' by and their tongues are full of heartless tales and those videos are better than love apocalyptic nostalgia tokens.

14 miles away from a landfill grave a broken blanket, flaming sawdust a lion in the cage a night that's so blue about the kind of life i never thought i'd live all dressed in rag and bones and i didn't have no cash and i learn it again and i will throw you rocks today and just leave you in the gutter and the trashbags are your kids and their tongues are full of heartless tales and they're safe from any harm and you comb back your hair apocalyptic nostalgia tokens at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror.