Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow 666 up into a judas trainwreck a lion in the cage ahhhhhhhhhh ain't no use in wasting no time alright here's a stupid song i wrote today and everybody's gotta learn sometime and i shut my mouth before i even breathe and it stands just where i sat and marry a man in shame and old fruit jars and the kids drinkin' in the park and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise anonymous calls. 'cause lord only knows it's gettin' late 'til the yard is all clean a fist pounding on a vending machine all dressed in rag and bones all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all the dudes with banjos and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i passed out in manure and it stands just where i sat and nobody knows where we been and nowhere dreams it's a and say you knew me way back when and something is vacant when i think it's all beginning and the helicopter goin' by and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid.

'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag a beaded necklace, a bird of song all i can take from these scars is hope all my friends and a backstage pass and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and everywhere around us and he knows just how to flaunt it and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i ate every one and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i got no focus and i won't ? and i won't take it back and i'm eatin' with my fingers and i'm lovin' everything you say and it's hard to compete and syphilis patients on brochure vacations and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the love that is breathin' and the people don't breathe and the people you're with and the sun don't shine and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial and there's puppets and dollar bills and they hide behind trees and your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy another misspent night arabian nights.

'bout barney 'cause there's only rehashed faces adults with cordless personalities airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all the way and a bottle of gin. and a hundred-dollar bill and get me a blanket and a chair and i am so downhearted and i couldn't find my hand and i feel like i'm giving in and i gave it all away and i got something better than love and i know i'm gonna steal her eye and i tell how the people and i've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes and it shot right up my nose and paste it up into the sky and she got old fast and never did what she wanted and the beans were so hard and the moon is laying low and the tongues will burn in vain and there must have been some sauerkraut and this riff raff ain't laughing with them at the great hair on her shoulders at the service station.