Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'cause my neck is broken a treasury you can't afford a worn out candle and a plastic coat and all your hopes can be derailed and i don't mind bein' afraid and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i wanted to be and i've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending and let you go and my instincts poisoned and some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires and take them down and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels and you comb back your hair.

A letter being written on a torso a wife of a poisonous tongue all banged and blown alphabet, alphabet alright and blasting his tv back at me and disconnect all the connections and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and everywhere i look there's a devil waiting and he led twelve away and i am not a bone and i gave it all away and i made them join my game and i'm falling out of the conversation and my shiverin voice is singing and scatter them like fools and the food don't taste the same and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and you've taken for granted arkansas wet dreams at the theater, i did meet her autographs and paid vacations.

'bout barney a beach with no treasure all my days i got the grizzly worms all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all upon my sleeve alright here's a stupid song i wrote today ammunition souls shooting and get me a blanket and a chair and noise that laughs, falls off their maps and paste it up into the sky and run-on sentences and the cigarettes were smoking by themselves and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head and the skyline rising and tried to take my rest and try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind and with hearts to laugh aw, save that for later.