Got No Mind Lyrics by Beck
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Tonight the city is full of....radios
And all the distortion pedals are melted
There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling
And the roof is falling down on my brain
That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
Got no mind

Somebody burned down the picnic
And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake
And the cliches are gettin eaten up
By the termites with the malt liquor
And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song
That's why
I play all night
I got no mind
Feel so fine


And the big radio sound is pumping up and down
Jumpin thru the hoops
Making every motion seem like forever
There's air conditioning and brand new nails
And phone calls from people in chicago
...why
Pay no mind
Got no mind
Stay outside

So turn up the levels
And talk to your devils
And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
It's all the situations and all the celebrations
And all the contaminations that make you
Breed off the carpet
That's why
I pay no mind
(cough) got no mind
Might need a cough drop

Well there's verses and sounds
Falling like pounds and pounds of
Sand weights from the heavens
And she dangles like a bottle
Talkin thru the steering wheels
And broken pantyhose
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
Put out cds

The amplifiers are amplifying
The things that you never knew
Could ever be the same as you
There's wires and plugs
And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Got no mind

Your swivel chairs and sunglasses
And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy
Turn up the volume and the treble
And call them all the nasty things that you can
Stick into your paper
With your pen
Shove your pen up into the air
Write everything and
Like you just don't care
But it feels good
When you pull off the scenery
And there's puppets and dollar bills
And there's weight-loss pills
And there's cherries and there's potato chips
And the time is runnin low
And there's nowhere else to go
So let's go down
666 up into
I'm raising all my lows
And I'm lowering all my disappointments
Tonight the city is full of....radios   And all the distortion pedals are melted   There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling   And the roof is falling down on my brain   That's why   I got no mind   I got no mind   Got no mind      Somebody burned down the picnic   And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake   And the cliches are gettin eaten up   By the termites with the malt liquor   And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song   That's why   I play all night   I got no mind   Feel so fine         And the big radio sound is pumping up and down   Jumpin thru the hoops   Making every motion seem like forever   There's air conditioning and brand new nails   And phone calls from people in chicago   ...why   Pay no mind   Got no mind   Stay outside      So turn up the levels   And talk to your devils   And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise   It's all the situations and all the celebrations   And all the contaminations that make you   Breed off the carpet   That's why   I pay no mind   (cough) got no mind   Might need a cough drop      Well there's verses and sounds   Falling like pounds and pounds of   Sand weights from the heavens   And she dangles like a bottle   Talkin thru the steering wheels   And broken pantyhose   That's why   I pay no mind   Sleep in slime   Put out cds      The amplifiers are amplifying   The things that you never knew   Could ever be the same as you   There's wires and plugs   And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner   That's why   I pay no mind   I pay no mind   Got no mind      Your swivel chairs and sunglasses   And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy   Turn up the volume and the treble   And call them all the nasty things that you can   Stick into your paper   With your pen   Shove your pen up into the air   Write everything and   Like you just don't care   But it feels good   When you pull off the scenery   And there's puppets and dollar bills   And there's weight-loss pills   And there's cherries and there's potato chips   And the time is runnin low   And there's nowhere else to go   So let's go down   666 up into   I'm raising all my lows   And I'm lowering all my disappointments