By Beck, Talkin' a lotta shit
Got a lotta shit on my
By Beck, Lightning burned the fields
Black fire choked our breath
We
By Beck, uckin' on my, fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin'
By Beck, *radio session*
Dead man with no eyes,
Won't you look at me
By Beck, On a highway,unpaved, goin' my way
You're so alone today
By Beck, As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent,
You asked
By Beck, I have so many feelings
And I know that I'm
By Beck, I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally
By Beck, I don't want no cryin'
All upon my sleeve
I
By Beck, Come gather round me people, here's a story you never
By Beck, One of these days
I hope it's soon
I'll see
By Beck, By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and
By Beck, My soul's suckin dry
My soul's been sucked dry
Emptiness
By Beck, Special people all the time
Special people on my mind
By Beck, I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked
By Beck, Here's a story that I want to pass on to
By Beck, She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a burning lawn
She's dead and
By Beck, Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face
And paste it up into
By Beck, Curses I send
On these countless men
Curses on their trespasses
Will they
By Beck, Gotta get it, gotta get it
Plastic classic
Hey yo, hey yo
Can't
By Beck, Flavor
Got the flavor
Got the flavor
Feel so good about a piece
By Beck, (voice of woody guthrie: I been robbed for cash and
By Beck, Tonight the city is full of....radios
And all the distortion pedals
By Beck, You said go
You said stay
Got so confused
I tried to do
By Beck, Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...
Squeegee
Ah, you got it
When
By Beck, Well, who's that ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's the
By Beck, When the fat man shaving
In the Pullman washroom
Grunts, "What's this?"
Leave
By Beck, Baby I can't make it straight
My boots got stuck and
By Beck, Well if it ain't your time to go
Then you'd better
By Beck, Smashed stars
And old fruit jars
The candy ass guards with their
By Beck, Well I just got put down
In the ashes of an
By Beck, Tell me where you want me to go
If I'm gone
By Beck, You been a talkin' now, you been a rockin' now
You
By Beck, Momma don't take me
Down to the den
To make it by
By Beck, Steve had a big commotion
Didn't need no suntan lotion
He was
By Beck, Sucker without a brain
Nothin to do again
Step into the street
Like
By Beck, Put whiskey in the gas tank
Put blood on the wheels
I
By Beck, I just got put down
In the ashes of a backwash
By Beck, At the theater, I did meet her
And the show was
By Beck, Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better
