Loser Lyrics - Beck
In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming' with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying'
I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving' all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park
(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cuz one's got a weasel
And the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey-neck
And it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling' on a termite
Who's choking' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
[Chorus backwards]
(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[Repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm saying'?)
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming' with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying'
I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving' all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park
(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cuz one's got a weasel
And the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey-neck
And it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling' on a termite
Who's choking' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
[Chorus backwards]
(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[Repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm saying'?)
Pay No Mind (Snoozer) Lyrics - Beck
(This is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Put on the album)
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls
Coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high
Through the garbage-pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
And the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
That's why
I pay no mind [x7]
This is the album right here
Put on the album)
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls
Coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high
Through the garbage-pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
And the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
That's why
I pay no mind [x7]
Fuckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) Lyrics - Beck
I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping' in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying' on his pillow
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing' me
But all I got's is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping' all over
When I feel your touch
Oh yeah
Ooh...
Ooh...
Put on my jack-eyed boots
Running' wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping' in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying' on his pillow
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing' me
But all I got's is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping' all over
When I feel your touch
Oh yeah
Ooh...
Ooh...
Put on my jack-eyed boots
Running' wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 Lyrics - Beck
(One more time..)
I was born in this hotel
Washing' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Trying hard not to think
Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Coming' back from the convalescent home
...Oh...
Staring' at sports cars ... crying'
Rattlesnake on the ceiling'
Gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees
Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
Lay it on to the dawn
I was born in this hotel
Washing' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Trying hard not to think
Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Coming' back from the convalescent home
...Oh...
Staring' at sports cars ... crying'
Rattlesnake on the ceiling'
Gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees
Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
Lay it on to the dawn
Soul Suckin' Jerk Lyrics - Beck
I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in the bucket
With the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire
In a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter
Like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown
Couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share
Her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap
The cops picked up us both
I tried to explain
I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever
Should have burnt my uniform
He said:
'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window
With my shadow on a spoon
Dancing on the roof
Shooting holes in the moon
Get busy, get busy, you know it
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand
And I don't understand
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce
And the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy
Cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me
With a butterfly net
Riding on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms
With the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a birdcage
Flapping my jaw like a pretzel
In the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes
In the ditch no more
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
Throwing chicken in the bucket
With the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire
In a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter
Like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown
Couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share
Her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap
The cops picked up us both
I tried to explain
I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever
Should have burnt my uniform
He said:
'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window
With my shadow on a spoon
Dancing on the roof
Shooting holes in the moon
Get busy, get busy, you know it
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand
And I don't understand
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce
And the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy
Cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me
With a butterfly net
Riding on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms
With the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a birdcage
Flapping my jaw like a pretzel
In the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes
In the ditch no more
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
Truckdrivin' Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat) Lyrics - Beck
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!"
[Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!"
[Neighbor 3:] "Fuck you!"
[Neighbor 2:] "Why don't you call your mommy?"
[Neighbor 3:] "You're a fucking drunk."
[Neighbor 2:] "Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk..."
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker."
[Neighbor 2:] "...But you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothing' for himself."
Acid casualty with a repossessed car
Vietnam vet playing' air guitar
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Yeah...yeah
Whiskey-stained buck-toothed
Backwards creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker
Never goes to sleep
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh, yeah...yeah
Belly flopping' naked
In a pool of yellow sweat
Screaming' jackass with a wet cigarette
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh...
Mmm...
Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growing' hair like a shag rug
On his greasy back
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
Oh, yeah
Come on, honey
Feel the grease, grease, grease
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh, my goodness
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh yeah
Come on, lay it on me
Bring it down one more time
Come on, honey...
[Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!"
[Neighbor 3:] "Fuck you!"
[Neighbor 2:] "Why don't you call your mommy?"
[Neighbor 3:] "You're a fucking drunk."
[Neighbor 2:] "Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk..."
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker."
[Neighbor 2:] "...But you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothing' for himself."
Acid casualty with a repossessed car
Vietnam vet playing' air guitar
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Yeah...yeah
Whiskey-stained buck-toothed
Backwards creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker
Never goes to sleep
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh, yeah...yeah
Belly flopping' naked
In a pool of yellow sweat
Screaming' jackass with a wet cigarette
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh...
Mmm...
Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growing' hair like a shag rug
On his greasy back
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
Oh, yeah
Come on, honey
Feel the grease, grease, grease
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh, my goodness
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh yeah
Come on, lay it on me
Bring it down one more time
Come on, honey...
Sweet Sunshine Lyrics - Beck
Judge me on the inside
With a finger full of gravy
Wanna get you on the sofa,
Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me
Pocket full of blood
And gotcha on a mound
I'm gonna break my face
On the sweet sunshine
Pocket full of blood
Gotcha on a mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
Hollow full of bread
With your husband dreaming'
We are skunk and soul
And I found it on a screaming
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin crime
And the moon gettin' thin
Grab your wine; take me where you been
With the violin time
And the moon gettin' thin
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation
Cause diamond full of salad
And I kill my master nation
Got a bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
With a finger full of gravy
Wanna get you on the sofa,
Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me
Pocket full of blood
And gotcha on a mound
I'm gonna break my face
On the sweet sunshine
Pocket full of blood
Gotcha on a mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
Hollow full of bread
With your husband dreaming'
We are skunk and soul
And I found it on a screaming
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin crime
And the moon gettin' thin
Grab your wine; take me where you been
With the violin time
And the moon gettin' thin
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation
Cause diamond full of salad
And I kill my master nation
Got a bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
Beercan Lyrics - Beck
Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
To ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women
Throwing plates
Decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight
Out of focus
Much too bright
Coming down
Shiny teeth
Game shows suckers trying to bleed
But I got a drug and I got the bug
And I got something better than love
How you like me now
Pretty good
Going on, feeling strong
I quit my job blowing leaves
Telephone bills up my sleeves
Choking like a one man dustbowl
Freedom rock slime ball
Talking in code
We went down
Lit up the shack
Grab me a beer out of the sack
Everybody bent over twice
Painting the walls throwing some dice
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
And they were singing like this
Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm hungry now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig
Oh yeah
Scraping off the attitude
Old man eating all my food
Don't be kind
Don't be rude
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose
Oh yeah
My goodness
Fluffy clouds
Jumping rainbows
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad
Jumping rainbows
A soft and snuggly place
[Repeat]
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy
Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm horny now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig
Oh yeah, I like it like that
Oh that is cold
Somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Oh my goodness
Take me down to the depot
Buddy put me down on the bus
Oh yeah
I like it like that
Somebody bring me a plate of sassafras
Hey hey hey
Uh-huh
What's happening'
I got plans
To ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women
Throwing plates
Decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight
Out of focus
Much too bright
Coming down
Shiny teeth
Game shows suckers trying to bleed
But I got a drug and I got the bug
And I got something better than love
How you like me now
Pretty good
Going on, feeling strong
I quit my job blowing leaves
Telephone bills up my sleeves
Choking like a one man dustbowl
Freedom rock slime ball
Talking in code
We went down
Lit up the shack
Grab me a beer out of the sack
Everybody bent over twice
Painting the walls throwing some dice
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
And they were singing like this
Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm hungry now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig
Oh yeah
Scraping off the attitude
Old man eating all my food
Don't be kind
Don't be rude
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose
Oh yeah
My goodness
Fluffy clouds
Jumping rainbows
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad
Jumping rainbows
A soft and snuggly place
[Repeat]
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy
Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm horny now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig
Oh yeah, I like it like that
Oh that is cold
Somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Oh my goodness
Take me down to the depot
Buddy put me down on the bus
Oh yeah
I like it like that
Somebody bring me a plate of sassafras
Hey hey hey
Uh-huh
What's happening'
Steal My Body Home Lyrics - Beck
Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all running' around
Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longing' for the pines
Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinking' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove
On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home
The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean
And if it's only me who's scared
Strap 'em to the electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell
When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop
Lay in to the frying' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire
I took a leap into the fog
Sleeping' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughing' with no mouth
You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
When the devil's your only friend
With the money and the towel
And the women all running' around
Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longing' for the pines
Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinking' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove
On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home
The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean
And if it's only me who's scared
Strap 'em to the electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell
When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop
Lay in to the frying' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire
I took a leap into the fog
Sleeping' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughing' with no mouth
You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
When the devil's your only friend
Nitemare Hippy Girl Lyrics - Beck
She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody
It's a new age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex
She's changing' my style
She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time
For all that it's worth
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody
It's a new age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex
She's changing' my style
She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time
For all that it's worth
Mutherfuker Lyrics - Beck
Yo homey don't play that game
Hey mister asshole what's your dirty hassle
Sitting in your castle judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face on my head
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Total paranoia trying to annoy you
Everything i do is to try and fuck you up
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Hey mister asshole what's your dirty hassle
Sitting in your castle judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face on my head
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Total paranoia trying to annoy you
Everything i do is to try and fuck you up
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Blackhole Lyrics - Beck
Windy
Windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be
Gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded
Crowded
Open to a waste can
Yellow car
Yellow car
Better be inside there
Wake up
Wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall
Glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy
Little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching
Watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger
Stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him
Lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet
Alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole
Black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you
Windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be
Gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded
Crowded
Open to a waste can
Yellow car
Yellow car
Better be inside there
Wake up
Wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall
Glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy
Little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching
Watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger
Stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him
Lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet
Alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole
Black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you
Pink Noise (Rock Me Amadeus) Lyrics - Beck
The tortures, the torment
Pink noise, delicious
The danger, the victims
Demeaning religion
She rides, she rolls
Olympic control
Her bricks assaultin'
The wrestlers are rotten
Pink noise, delicious
The danger, the victims
Demeaning religion
She rides, she rolls
Olympic control
Her bricks assaultin'
The wrestlers are rotten
Rowboat Lyrics - Beck
Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don't wanna be my friend no more
Pick me up, gimme some food to eat
In your truck, goin' no place
I'll be home, talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange, you'll be far away
Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves
She's a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up, gimme some alcohol
In your truck, playin' the radio
I'll be home with the gasoline
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away
Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She is all and everything else is small
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don't wanna be my friend no more
Pick me up, gimme some food to eat
In your truck, goin' no place
I'll be home, talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange, you'll be far away
Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves
She's a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up, gimme some alcohol
In your truck, playin' the radio
I'll be home with the gasoline
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away
Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She is all and everything else is small
Thunder Peel Lyrics - Beck
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine
Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine
Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
Waitin' For A Train Lyrics - Beck
I'm an alien from another sphere.
The thing I like about the earth is the range of colors.
Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull.
As I was penetrating the ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean.
I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.
All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Just a-waitin' for'n the rain
I walked up to a breakman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said, "If you got money,
I'll see that you don't walk."
"I haven't got a nickel;
Not a penny for to show."
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum!"
And he slammed the boxcar door
They let me off in Texas
A state I dearly love
The moon, the stars above me... and what else?
The thing I like about the earth is the range of colors.
Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull.
As I was penetrating the ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean.
I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.
All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Just a-waitin' for'n the rain
I walked up to a breakman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said, "If you got money,
I'll see that you don't walk."
"I haven't got a nickel;
Not a penny for to show."
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum!"
And he slammed the boxcar door
They let me off in Texas
A state I dearly love
The moon, the stars above me... and what else?
The Spirit Moves Me Lyrics - Beck
Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
To know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of the sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out things
That I didn't mean to say
But that's alright, now
You don't listen to me anyway
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
To know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of the sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out things
That I didn't mean to say
But that's alright, now
You don't listen to me anyway
Crystal Clear (Beer) Lyrics - Beck
Plastic donut, can of spam
There's no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear
Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me
Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don't let her sag
But you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
There's no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear
Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me
Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don't let her sag
But you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
No Money No Honey Lyrics - Beck
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain't no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
One more time
Keep goin'
One more time
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
What's your name?
My name's Ken
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain't no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
One more time
Keep goin'
One more time
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
What's your name?
My name's Ken
'8.6.82' Lyrics - Beck
It's August 6th, 1982 ... and uhh we were jammin' over at the house ...
my pants caught on fire ... we were smokin' a lotta ... whiskey and uhh chicken ...
and uhh got some food and ... I got some food and came home and got a call, uhh ...
no wait, I got some calls then, uhh, came home, then I got some food ...
came home, got some food and then [cough] got some calls, uhh ...
couldn't find the fridge for a while and ... wait, first we couldn't ...
we got the food and then ... no wait, first we had the fridge
my pants caught on fire ... we were smokin' a lotta ... whiskey and uhh chicken ...
and uhh got some food and ... I got some food and came home and got a call, uhh ...
no wait, I got some calls then, uhh, came home, then I got some food ...
came home, got some food and then [cough] got some calls, uhh ...
couldn't find the fridge for a while and ... wait, first we couldn't ...
we got the food and then ... no wait, first we had the fridge
Total Soul Future (Eat It) Lyrics - Beck
She got some soul
Yeah she got some soul
She got some soul
Yeah she got some soul
She got finger snap
She put the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake
Oh, yeah
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
Oh yeah bring it on down
Yeah she got some soul
She got some soul
Yeah she got some soul
She got finger snap
She put the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake
Oh, yeah
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
Oh yeah bring it on down
One Foot In The Grave Lyrics - Beck
There's s dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long cos the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
Satan came down dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave
Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long cos the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
Satan came down dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave
Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone
Aphid Manure Heist Lyrics - Beck
Amanda, light of the man's life
Make sure the faith in the light and make heard
The greatest woman
The greatest woman
To be the man's greatest wife
I thought it all over, lord knows I've tried
It's a awful great struggle in any man's life
To look in the mirror in total surprise
At the great hair on her shoulders
And the great big big beautiful beautiful eyes
Aman...
Make sure the faith in the light and make heard
The greatest woman
The greatest woman
To be the man's greatest wife
I thought it all over, lord knows I've tried
It's a awful great struggle in any man's life
To look in the mirror in total surprise
At the great hair on her shoulders
And the great big big beautiful beautiful eyes
Aman...
Today Has Been A Fucked Up Day Lyrics - Beck
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on their heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
Squeegees in their hand
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Today has been a fucked up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on their heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
Squeegees in their hand
Rollins Power Sauce Lyrics - Beck
You tell no-one, nobody
Beating on you, no defenses
False faces, bloody wallet
Ripping out your head, put on my clothes
No, I wouldn't want you
Where the blood is all washed off
Where the blood is washed off
And I got no focus, got no focus
Beating on you, no defenses
False faces, bloody wallet
Ripping out your head, put on my clothes
No, I wouldn't want you
Where the blood is all washed off
Where the blood is washed off
And I got no focus, got no focus
Puttin It Down Lyrics - Beck
Big pain burnin' now
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt
Well I'm puttin' it down
When you're not picking it up
When I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Fat chance glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight
Cos you're treatin' me like a rerun
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
No no no no no
So what
I lost my job at the Hut
My ass got cut
But I'll be better at kissin'
When my teeth are all missin'
And the silverware's burnt
And I'm eatin' with my fingers
And I'm puttin' it down
And you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt
Well I'm puttin' it down
When you're not picking it up
When I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Fat chance glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight
Cos you're treatin' me like a rerun
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
No no no no no
So what
I lost my job at the Hut
My ass got cut
But I'll be better at kissin'
When my teeth are all missin'
And the silverware's burnt
And I'm eatin' with my fingers
And I'm puttin' it down
And you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
11.6.45'Lyrics - Beck
It's uhh November 6th, 1945 and we ... went up to ...
and uhh, back to the house and watched MTV ... and playin' Pac-Man ...
it's all really gross and all the kids were diseased ...
giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath ... electro-magnetic fuse ...
guys with flamethrowers ... melting ... taco trucks were crashed...
there was sausage meat all over the ... Sasquatch was eating a burrito
and uhh, back to the house and watched MTV ... and playin' Pac-Man ...
it's all really gross and all the kids were diseased ...
giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath ... electro-magnetic fuse ...
guys with flamethrowers ... melting ... taco trucks were crashed...
there was sausage meat all over the ... Sasquatch was eating a burrito
Cut 1/2 Blues Lyrics - Beck
I thought I heard a chainsaw revvin late last night
I woke this morning and I knew I was right
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I knew we were in trouble, I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I'm laying in my grave, all I do is grunt
'Cause the undertaker got all mixed up and put my ass in the front
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I woke this morning and I knew I was right
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I knew we were in trouble, I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
I'm laying in my grave, all I do is grunt
'Cause the undertaker got all mixed up and put my ass in the front
I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
Ozzy Lyrics - Beck
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy can I get a little echo on this?
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just scraped through the window
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Drinkin in bed, they'll get you instead
Gives him a point went forever
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy! You're the man
How can I grasp you power?
I'm sittin' here lookin' at this keychain
And you... uh
There's mascara bleeding out of your eyes
The microphone is in flames
There's a giant chicken claw above your head
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy can I get a little echo on this?
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just scraped through the window
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Drinkin in bed, they'll get you instead
Gives him a point went forever
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy! You're the man
How can I grasp you power?
I'm sittin' here lookin' at this keychain
And you... uh
There's mascara bleeding out of your eyes
The microphone is in flames
There's a giant chicken claw above your head
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Dead Wild Cat Lyrics - Beck
I'm sitting on an embankment on a highway going through rural Georgia...
and there was a dead wild cat and a bottle of beer that had been...
that had never been opened... and I drank the beer
and there was a dead wild cat and a bottle of beer that had been...
that had never been opened... and I drank the beer
Satan Gave Me A Taco Lyrics - Beck
Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused
Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red
The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead
Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker
The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!"
Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage
I made a lot of money and I gave it all away
Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career
And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer
I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
Cookin' with the devil, fryin' down in hell
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused
Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red
The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead
Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker
The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!"
Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage
I made a lot of money and I gave it all away
Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career
And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer
I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
Cookin' with the devil, fryin' down in hell
8.4.82' Lyrics - Beck
Today's uhh August 4th, 1982 ...
I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with ...
there was a weed wacker ... we stole two of them ...
a cop car was on fire ... my friend Scott, he was running and he uhh slipped on a Twinkie ...
and his nose was covered with blood ... the security helicopter shot a spotlight ... somebody pulled their pants d ...
I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with ...
there was a weed wacker ... we stole two of them ...
a cop car was on fire ... my friend Scott, he was running and he uhh slipped on a Twinkie ...
and his nose was covered with blood ... the security helicopter shot a spotlight ... somebody pulled their pants d ...
Tasergun Lyrics - Beck
I got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There was an old man who lived in the room next to me
We shared a bathroom in the hall
Stare at me through a crack in the door
Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
Started bangin' on the wall with a boot
Then he came out, started banging on my door
Kicked it open
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
Spent his pension in adult bookstores
Bringin' strange young men home
He'd leave me notes in the bathroom
Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper
Come out into the hallway
Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
Tryin' to start a fight
He became known as the electric old man
And I still see him with his taser
Comin' at me
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a pigeon with no wings
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There was an old man who lived in the room next to me
We shared a bathroom in the hall
Stare at me through a crack in the door
Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
Started bangin' on the wall with a boot
Then he came out, started banging on my door
Kicked it open
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
Spent his pension in adult bookstores
Bringin' strange young men home
He'd leave me notes in the bathroom
Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper
Come out into the hallway
Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
Tryin' to start a fight
He became known as the electric old man
And I still see him with his taser
Comin' at me
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
Watch out son, I got a tasergun
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a pigeon with no wings
Modesto Lyrics - Beck
You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak
And she's puttin' out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur
Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don't talk when I'm around
And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong
Chokin' on a breathmint
That's cool
Yeah, that's cool
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak
And she's puttin' out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur
Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don't talk when I'm around
And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong
Chokin' on a breathmint
That's cool
Yeah, that's cool
Ken Lyrics - Beck
"Stuck out here sayin' they shot my mule and burned my wagon.
Ran out of sourdough two days ago, Ain't got no more lard.
God bless all ya folks."
Ran out of sourdough two days ago, Ain't got no more lard.
God bless all ya folks."
Totally Confused Lyrics - Beck
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Ten foot man
Makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
I'm totally confused by you
Ten foot man
Makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
Gettin' Home Lyrics - Beck
Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Someone's cryin, somone's changin
Someone's stayin just the same
She don't live here
I don't live here
Who's gonna live here?
Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Someone's cryin, somone's changin
Someone's stayin just the same
She don't live here
I don't live here
Who's gonna live here?
Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Blackfire Choked Our Death Lyrics - Beck
Lightning burned the fields
Black fire choked our breath
We huddled in the kitchen
Sand poured through the walls
We looked to one another
The children shut their mouths
The whirling and the turning
Of destruction filled our house
The blood-thirsty yearning
Clamored all about us
Darkness rose up
From the floor like a demon
Fearful of the death
That buckled through our minds
Shaken to the core
Foresaken and unkind
Well, the sun came a-shinin
And the dust did settle down
Birds and jack-rabbits
Lay dead on the ground
Electricity
Trembled in the skys
Sparks shot forward
Causing us to fly
Take some breakfast
But the grit was in our food
And everywhere around us
Starvation broke on through
My husband stood a-starin
At the plentiful disaster
God was in his eyes
But death was in his heart
Dried up whiskey
Chickens in the house
Stolen car stereo
Cholesterol on your mouth
Stolen car stereo
Snowman all in flames
Deluxe cockroach
Telling me what's real
Black Sabbath playing
I wake up in my socks
Candle all a-burnin
Her face is on tv
Black fire choked our breath
We huddled in the kitchen
Sand poured through the walls
We looked to one another
The children shut their mouths
The whirling and the turning
Of destruction filled our house
The blood-thirsty yearning
Clamored all about us
Darkness rose up
From the floor like a demon
Fearful of the death
That buckled through our minds
Shaken to the core
Foresaken and unkind
Well, the sun came a-shinin
And the dust did settle down
Birds and jack-rabbits
Lay dead on the ground
Electricity
Trembled in the skys
Sparks shot forward
Causing us to fly
Take some breakfast
But the grit was in our food
And everywhere around us
Starvation broke on through
My husband stood a-starin
At the plentiful disaster
God was in his eyes
But death was in his heart
Dried up whiskey
Chickens in the house
Stolen car stereo
Cholesterol on your mouth
Stolen car stereo
Snowman all in flames
Deluxe cockroach
Telling me what's real
Black Sabbath playing
I wake up in my socks
Candle all a-burnin
Her face is on tv
Feel Like A Piece Of Shit (Mind Control) Lyrics - Beck
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
She Is All (Gimme Something To Eat) Lyrics - Beck
She is all I need
For here, for now
She is all I see
For here, for now
Gimme something to eat
For here, for now
She is all I need
For here, for now
Oh yeah
For here, for now
She is all I see
For here, for now
Gimme something to eat
For here, for now
She is all I need
For here, for now
Oh yeah
Lampshade Lyrics - Beck
I don't want no cryin'
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be
You call me up on Tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
Lookin' for some good things
To make me feel alright
When I snap my fingers
When I walk the line
When I get my money
I'll be killin' time
Time is killin' something
It's just to small to care
Runnin' through the jungle
Lookin' for your hair
Someone's talkin' backwards
Lookin' for a fight
Puttin' on a lampshade
Cos you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin'
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life
On a broken train
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be
You call me up on Tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
Lookin' for some good things
To make me feel alright
When I snap my fingers
When I walk the line
When I get my money
I'll be killin' time
Time is killin' something
It's just to small to care
Runnin' through the jungle
Lookin' for your hair
Someone's talkin' backwards
Lookin' for a fight
Puttin' on a lampshade
Cos you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin'
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life
On a broken train
Feel Like A Piece Of Shit (Crossover Potential) Lyrics - Beck
It's a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Mango (Vader Rocks!) Lyrics - Beck
A sparkle in the night
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced
Deeply into myself
Faceless
Emerging
Black confetti
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced
Deeply into myself
Faceless
Emerging
Black confetti
Feel Like A Piece Of Shit (Cheetoes Time) Lyrics - Beck
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
The Fucked Up Blues Lyrics - Beck
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
Well the beans have been bakin'
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
I woke up on the futon
And my boots were on fire
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
Well the beans have been bakin'
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
I woke up on the futon
And my boots were on fire
Special People Lyrics - Beck
Special people all the time
Special people on my mind
Special people brown and white
Special people getting all uptight
Special people kiss my soul
Special people take control
Special people lick the ground
Special people word up and down
Special people squeeze the breeze
Special people slice their knees
Special people soak up fire
Special people climbing higher
Special people create belief
Special people steal some beef
Special people don't need your plans
Special people got recycling cans
Special people got songs to sing
Special people are happening
Special people stopping fast
Special people hauling ass
Special people are so sincere
Special people got special beer
Special people flick the grease
Special people come in peace
Special people will scrimp and save
Special people will never bathe
Special people in hot pursuit
Special people got the boot
Special people sleep in moss
Special people got the sauce
Special people open wide
Special people ain't satisfied
Special people on my mind
Special people brown and white
Special people getting all uptight
Special people kiss my soul
Special people take control
Special people lick the ground
Special people word up and down
Special people squeeze the breeze
Special people slice their knees
Special people soak up fire
Special people climbing higher
Special people create belief
Special people steal some beef
Special people don't need your plans
Special people got recycling cans
Special people got songs to sing
Special people are happening
Special people stopping fast
Special people hauling ass
Special people are so sincere
Special people got special beer
Special people flick the grease
Special people come in peace
Special people will scrimp and save
Special people will never bathe
Special people in hot pursuit
Special people got the boot
Special people sleep in moss
Special people got the sauce
Special people open wide
Special people ain't satisfied
Magic Stationwago Lyrics - Beck
Put my bony fingers on my sliding coffin
Drag upon the rag
It's a thing we gotta do
Kill my inspiration
Drowning in your Stationwagon
Pushing like a fishing pole
And just to spread the leg on the cracker
And the magic chicken claw
Fridge is full, a carton of milk, butter, rabbit 'n' juice
Drag upon the rag
It's a thing we gotta do
Kill my inspiration
Drowning in your Stationwagon
Pushing like a fishing pole
And just to spread the leg on the cracker
And the magic chicken claw
Fridge is full, a carton of milk, butter, rabbit 'n' juice
No Money No Honey Lyrics - Beck
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain't no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
One more time
Keep goin'
One more time
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
What's your name?
My name's Ken
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain't no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
One more time
Keep goin'
One more time
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
What's your name?
My name's Ken
Trouble All My Days Lyrics - Beck
Here's a story that I want to pass on to you that I think is... has meant a lot to me.
He said 'Ed, you have no control over the past, it's a canceled check.
You have no control over the future because you don't know what's going to happen.
Your maximum point of power in your life is now!
Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
He said 'Ed, you have no control over the past, it's a canceled check.
You have no control over the future because you don't know what's going to happen.
Your maximum point of power in your life is now!
Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Bad Energy Lyrics - Beck
(Hey, I know who you are, but you don't know me)
(Ha ha ha!)
Talkin a lotta shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that)
Got a lotta shit on my mind
(I know that guy, man)
(That's the guy, man)
Got some bad feelings on me
[mumble]
(Ha ha ha!)
(I know that guy)
(Yea, he's going to your seat, man)
(Come to me, sorry to me, man)
(I make a problem for you my friend)
Fast, fast people coming to my house
(Ha ha ha!)
(I know man, make a problem very quick, very quick!)
(Ha ha ha!)
Telling me things I already know
(Woo!)
Some bad shit
Don't wanna touch it
It's like big, empty city
Full of toasters
Bad energy
(Ha ha ha!)
Talkin a lotta shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that)
Got a lotta shit on my mind
(I know that guy, man)
(That's the guy, man)
Got some bad feelings on me
[mumble]
(Ha ha ha!)
(I know that guy)
(Yea, he's going to your seat, man)
(Come to me, sorry to me, man)
(I make a problem for you my friend)
Fast, fast people coming to my house
(Ha ha ha!)
(I know man, make a problem very quick, very quick!)
(Ha ha ha!)
Telling me things I already know
(Woo!)
Some bad shit
Don't wanna touch it
It's like big, empty city
Full of toasters
Bad energy
Schmoozer Lyrics - Beck
You been a talkin' now
You been a rockin' now
You been a guessin' now
You been undressin' now
You goin' up and down
You got a super sound
You got a lotta cow
Stuck a shiny steak on me now
You been a duckin' down
you been a fuckin round
You been a ridin' now
You been decidin' now
You just a sucker clown
I'm just a fucker now
I got no money now
Say that ain't funny now!
Aww Yeah-eah-eah
Oh yeah, country now
You been a trippin' now
You been a dickin' now
You wanna ditch me now
Crack in the kitchen now
All of the people now
Crawlin' and creepin' now
If I could show you how
I think you're bogus now!
Now now Hey!
Hey Hey Hey
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Kill Me!
Oh!
You been a rockin' now
You been a guessin' now
You been undressin' now
You goin' up and down
You got a super sound
You got a lotta cow
Stuck a shiny steak on me now
You been a duckin' down
you been a fuckin round
You been a ridin' now
You been decidin' now
You just a sucker clown
I'm just a fucker now
I got no money now
Say that ain't funny now!
Aww Yeah-eah-eah
Oh yeah, country now
You been a trippin' now
You been a dickin' now
You wanna ditch me now
Crack in the kitchen now
All of the people now
Crawlin' and creepin' now
If I could show you how
I think you're bogus now!
Now now Hey!
Hey Hey Hey
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Kill Me!
Oh!
Heartland Feeling Lyrics - Beck
I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak.
I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs.
But, uh... I'm gonna be here...
Alright, what we're talkin about here is... is kind of a...
it's a heartland feeling... like, uh, Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen feeling.
Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some... a heartland folk singer.
Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... uh, John Cougar Mellencamp, Bruce Spingsteen, Bob Seeger...
that type of feeling. A Mellen feeling.
You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh... of a heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can't get just the right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.
Old man johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playin, goes back to his room
Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the TV
Lights a cigar as he's fallin asleep
Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Yeah, nothin happenin
That's about it
Yeah
Well little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana
Came into town not lookin for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin out change
She kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games
She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo
Yeah yeah yeah
Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home
He was cold and he had a headache
Well his wife was cookin canned beans
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink
He was only a person
Who didn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Oh yeah
Ooo ooo ooo
Smiler was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse
Down at the mini-mall shakin his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand
He found a sports car
With the keys in the ignition
It just seemed so easy
He took a joyride, drove it into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head
Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo yeah
Well Janie was born in a small town
Everybody just standin around
They had bingo games and the raffle
Everybody chewin tobacco
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
Well, she got a job at the truck stop
And she got old fast and never did what she wanted
She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Yea yeah yeah
Oh yeah
[etc.]
I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs.
But, uh... I'm gonna be here...
Alright, what we're talkin about here is... is kind of a...
it's a heartland feeling... like, uh, Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen feeling.
Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some... a heartland folk singer.
Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... uh, John Cougar Mellencamp, Bruce Spingsteen, Bob Seeger...
that type of feeling. A Mellen feeling.
You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh... of a heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can't get just the right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.
Old man johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playin, goes back to his room
Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the TV
Lights a cigar as he's fallin asleep
Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Yeah, nothin happenin
That's about it
Yeah
Well little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana
Came into town not lookin for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin out change
She kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games
She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo
Yeah yeah yeah
Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home
He was cold and he had a headache
Well his wife was cookin canned beans
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink
He was only a person
Who didn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Oh yeah
Ooo ooo ooo
Smiler was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse
Down at the mini-mall shakin his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand
He found a sports car
With the keys in the ignition
It just seemed so easy
He took a joyride, drove it into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head
Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo yeah
Well Janie was born in a small town
Everybody just standin around
They had bingo games and the raffle
Everybody chewin tobacco
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
Well, she got a job at the truck stop
And she got old fast and never did what she wanted
She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Yea yeah yeah
Oh yeah
[etc.]
Super Golden Black Sunchild Lyrics - Beck
Bless this scepter
The genius too
Shit the eagle
Don't be cruel
My little sunchild
My blinding sun
Stab my power
Reap the reward
Supergolden black sunchild
Slice the mango
The drooling fool
Flare the nostril
Feeling cold
Sweating in the
Meadow of fate
Scratch me gently
Burning flame
Supergolden black sunchild
The genius too
Shit the eagle
Don't be cruel
My little sunchild
My blinding sun
Stab my power
Reap the reward
Supergolden black sunchild
Slice the mango
The drooling fool
Flare the nostril
Feeling cold
Sweating in the
Meadow of fate
Scratch me gently
Burning flame
Supergolden black sunchild
Soul Sucked Dry Lyrics - Beck
My soul's suckin dry
My soul's been sucked dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowds me
With my soul sucked dry
Oh, my soul's suckin dry
Famine in my hands
My soul's suckin dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns
My soul's been sucked dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowds me
With my soul sucked dry
Oh, my soul's suckin dry
Famine in my hands
My soul's suckin dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns
Feelings Lyrics - Beck
I have so many feelings
And I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
Feelings
Oh, feelings!
Lord I have so many feelings
And I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
I'm feeling all of these feelings
Lord I know that I'm healing
I'm trying to feel all of my feelings
Feelings that make me feel
That there's something more to be real
Lord I'm dealing with these feelings
Feelings
Feelings
Feelings
Oh no no
All of these feelings
When everything is turning
Turning into my feelings
And I know that something is feeling
All of my feelings
And I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
Feelings
Oh, feelings!
Lord I have so many feelings
And I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
I'm feeling all of these feelings
Lord I know that I'm healing
I'm trying to feel all of my feelings
Feelings that make me feel
That there's something more to be real
Lord I'm dealing with these feelings
Feelings
Feelings
Feelings
Oh no no
All of these feelings
When everything is turning
Turning into my feelings
And I know that something is feeling
All of my feelings
Gettin' Home Lyrics - Beck
Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Someone's cryin, somone's changin
Someone's stayin just the same
She don't live here
I don't live here
Who's gonna live here?
Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Someone's cryin, somone's changin
Someone's stayin just the same
She don't live here
I don't live here
Who's gonna live here?
Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?
Will I Be Ignored By The Lord Lyrics - Beck
When i was born
Lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man
but to them there was no kindness
And so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket
Made a whole lotta racket
Couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick
O when that aeroplane comes with the lord
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored
there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
But never will they meet
No, never will they see
These two vines will twist away, away
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored by the lord, by the lord
What for?
I may travel on one leg
My breakfast will be unpaid
And the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored
Lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man
but to them there was no kindness
And so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket
Made a whole lotta racket
Couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick
O when that aeroplane comes with the lord
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored
there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
But never will they meet
No, never will they see
These two vines will twist away, away
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored by the lord, by the lord
What for?
I may travel on one leg
My breakfast will be unpaid
And the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored
Bogus Soul Lyrics - Beck
Fuckin' on my, fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Oh! And I won't, and I tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel... oh!
I wanna think, I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock 'n roll
My rack 'n roll
I got the soul
I got the soul
Got the soul
You got the soul
She got the soul
She rock 'n roll
She got the soul
She got the roll
She gots a soul
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Oh! And I won't, and I tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel... oh!
I wanna think, I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock 'n roll
My rack 'n roll
I got the soul
I got the soul
Got the soul
You got the soul
She got the soul
She rock 'n roll
She got the soul
She got the roll
She gots a soul
Totally Confused Lyrics - Beck
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Ten foot man
Makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
I'm totally confused by you
Ten foot man
Makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
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