Tytuł: Cyanide breath mine

• Wykonawca: Beck
• Wyświetleń: 189

  
   Definitely this is the wrong place to be
  There's blood on the futon
  There's a kid drinkin' fire
  Goin' down to the sea
  They've got people to meet
  Shaking hands with themselves
  Lookin' out for themselves
  When they ask you credit
  You give them a branch
  When they want to get it
  You chew on the grass
  I know, I know
  'Cause they told me to tell you
  There's nothing to tell you
  There's nothing to sell you
  In the afternoon
  Riding the scape goat
  Burning equipment
  Decomposing
  Cool of your jets
  Take off your sweats
  I got a funny feeling
  They've got plastic in the afterlife
  When they want you to cry
  Leap up into the sky
  When they suck your mind
  Like a pigeon you'll fly
  I know, I know
  It's the positive people
  Running from their time
  Looking for some feeling