Beck

Go back home, bury my load
Yellow cat laying flat on the road

Been so long since I been gone
Ziplock bag holding my comb

There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from
Just to get on level ground
Shake your seasick legs around
Everyone in a logo town
Signs of life are stark and flickering

I need a bed to lay my body down
Dead weight to carry me down
Some static is lulling me to sleep

Hang your clothes on a chain link fence
In a junkyard say amen
Your mouth is full of wordless hymns
And run-on sentences

And we're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
And we're youthless and pretending in the bearhands holding nothing

There's a million horse dragging down a monolith
these trademarks so bereaved
Tied my leg to a barricade
with a plastic handgrenade
They tried to turn emotion into noise

I need a teleprompter for my life
Need a pipeline to the night
My body can't get no relief

And this life it goes by fast
To treading water in the past
While you try to reanimate something that you don't understand

And we're helpless and forgetting in the background don't saying nothing
And he's youthless and forgetting in the bare hymns tied to nothing

And he's helpless and forgetting in the background don't saying nothing
And he's youthless and pretending with his bare hands tied to nothing

The sun is down when I'm around
In this town, I wear the frown
'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird
Your love is weird, your love is weird

I feel the strain, I use a cane
To walk the lane of wonderful pain
'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird
Your love is weird, your love is weird

I live in fear, I have no beer
I live in jails and everything fails
'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird
Your love is weird, your love is weird

I have no cash, I have no stash
I keep the trash and clean it for you
'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird
Your love is weird, your love is weird

Your love is weird, your love is weird
Your love is weird, your love is weird

On the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders were lying in the street
On the dark and dusty deserts, like a ghost, I've flown
I barely cried, wherever I'd ride I'd never find a home

Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty-headed peace
Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease

Well I am just a ramshackle, I go from town to town
When there is no shelter, I lay down on the ground
I killed for no reason, I pissed upon the vine
Cussed and moaned and burned the bone when I had the time

Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty-headed peace
Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease

There's saints and there is animals, they've taken what they could
And it's written in the pages to do just what they should
They stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb
Like the fashion with no passion, they opened up their skin

Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty-headed peace
Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease

I'm comin over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin voice is singing
Thru a crack in the window

I better go it alone

Down on the corner
See me standin
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin on the sidewalk
Lookin back and the sky is burning
In my rearview mirror

I better go it alone

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
Coming back from the convalescent home
Staring at sports cars
Crying

Rattlesnake on the ceiling
Gun powder 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
Lay it on to the dawn
Lay it on to the dawn

one more time..) I was born in this hotel washin' dishes in the sink magazines and free soda tryin 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 comin' back from the convalescent home...oh... starin' at sports cars.................. .................cryin' rattlesnake on the ceilin' 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[x3]

Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother
She's the guy who kills the sky
Burns the night out when she goes away

She's the boat in the sewer
She's the old man with manure
Rocking all night like a drum
Going back where she comes from

Can of whiskey

Big guitars on the wall
Cracker-jacks burn and fall
Styrofoam in her hair
She is barely anywhere

Can of whiskey
Can of whiskey
Can

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Take me home with my elevator bones
That was a good drum break

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson, I rock the most

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?
Let's make it out baby

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

We're all part of the total syndrome

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me, make-out city's a two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad

Got my microphone
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
Make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)

Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
[robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone

take me home in my elevator bones!

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Man[spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's?

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
girl[spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad."

(Get my microphone....)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby

These withered hands
have dug for a dream
sifted through sand
and leftover nightmares
over the hill
a desolate wind
turns shit to gold
and blows my soul crazy

the end of the end
we live again
oh, I grow weary of the end

oh, hungry days
in the footsteps of fools
gazing alone through
sex-painted windows
dredging the lake
drunk libertines
stink like colognes from
a new-fangled wasteland

the end of the end
we live again
oh, I grow weary of the end

love is a plague
in a mix-matched parade
where the castaways look
so deranged
when will children learn to
let their wildernesses burn
and love will be new
never cold and vacant

these withered hands
have dug for a dream
sifted through sand
and leftover nightmares

the end of the end
we live again
oh, I grow weary of the end

Some days we get a thrill in our brains
Some days it turns into malaise
You see our face in the veneer
Reflected on the surface of fear
Because you know that we're better than that
But some days we're worse than you can imagine
And how am I supposed to live with that?
With all these train wrecks coming at random

Hey - what are you gonna do?
When those walls are falling down - falling down on you
Hey - what are you gonna do?
When those walls are falling down - falling down on you

You got warheads stacked in the kitchen
You treat distraction like it's a religion
With a rattlesnake step in your rhythm
We do the best with the souls we've been given
Because you know we're nothing special to them
We're going some place they've already been
Trying to make sense of what they call wisdom
And this riff-raff ain't laughing with them

Hey - what are you gonna do?
When those walls are falling down - falling down on you
Hey - what are you gonna do?
When those walls are falling down - falling down on you

You're wearing all the years on your face
Turn a tombstone into your own place
And your heart only beats in a murmur
But your words ring out just like murder

And I've been walkin' on these streets so long
I don't know where they're gonna lead anymore
But I think I must have seen a ghost
I don't know if it's my illusions that keep me alive

I don't know what I've seen
Was it all an illusion?
All a mirage gone bad? oh

I'm tired of evil
And all that it feeds
But I don't know

And I've been driftin' on this wave so long
I don't know if it's already crashed on the shore
And I've been ridin' on this train so long
I can't tell if it's you or me who's drivin' us into the ground

I don't know if I'm sane
But there's a ghost in my heart
Who's tryin' to see in the dark, oh

I'm tired of people
Who only wanna be pleased
But I still wanna please you

And I heard of that Japanese girl
Who jumped into the volcano
Was she tryin' to make it back
Back into the womb of the world? oh

And I've been drinkin' all these tears so long
All I've got left is the taste of salt in my mouth

I don't know where I've been
but I know where I'm goin'
To that volcano, woah

I don't wanna fall in though
Just wanna warm my bones
on the fire a while

See me comin' to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holdin' on to the devil I know
All my troubles just hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin'
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talkin' trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

See me kickin' the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handin' out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us, all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter

I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us, all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

Acid casualty with a reposessed car
Vietnam vet playin' air guitar

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Yeah
Yeah

Whiskey stained buck-toothed backwoods creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh, yeah
Yeah

Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh... [etc...]
Mmm... [etc...]

Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growin' hair like a shag rug on a greasy back

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
[Sung under the following:] Oh... [etc...]
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...

Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on You lousy puke Fuck you!!! Why don't you call your mommy? You're a fucking drunk! Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk! Come on, motherfucker! but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself acid casualty with a repossessed car Vietnam vet playin' air guitar it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs yeah...yeah whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creep grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh, yeah...yeah belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh oh, my goodness oh... mmm... psychotic breakdown double-edged axe growin' hair like a shag rug on his greasy back it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' 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...

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

When they beat
Upon a broken guitar
And on the streets
They reek of tropical charms
The embassies
lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay
When they dance
in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask
An equatorial haze
Into the past
A colonial maze
Where there's no more
confetti to throw
You didn't know what
to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted

You're out of luck
You're singing funeral songs
To the studs
They're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut
In their millennial fogs
Til they fall down and deflate
You didn't know what
to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted

One now you've had your fun
Under an air conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
See them eyes and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love
You didn't know what
to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be a victim

Tropicalia


When they beat
Upon a broken guitar
And on the streets
They reek of tropical charms
The embassies lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay

When they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask
An equatorial haze
Into the past
A colonial maze
Where there's no more confetti to throw

You didn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted

You're out of luck
You're singing funeral songs
To the studs
They're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut
In their millennial fogs
'Til they fall down and deflate

You didn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted

Now you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
See them eyes and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You didn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be a victim

She got the soul
Yeah, she got's the soul
And she got's the soul
Now, she got some soul

She got a finger snap
With the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake
And she's the kickin' the shit

Ah, yeah



She rock 'n' roll
She got the soul
She rock 'n' roll
She got the soul
She rock 'n' roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul

Oh yeah, bring it on down, (etc.)

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 a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonder wheel, let my thunder peel
Made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I gotta fax some doubt
She was jumping around, she's probably never coming down
In the thick and thin, I couldn't find it again
Between the slimy ???
???

Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a cold cigarette
And a taco in my jeans
On the levee she glides
She's got such hairy thighs
I got taken by surprise
By the shifting moon, yeah!

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonder wheel, she makes my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

Yeah!

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

She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin

window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin

desert wind
Cool your aching head

weight of the world
Drift away instead

These day I barely get by
I don't even try

It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view

There's distant lights
they're far and few

sun don't shine
Even when its day

drive all night
Just to feel like you're ok

These days I barely get by
I don't even try
I don't even try

Earthquake Weather

Space ships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin thru a desert
Looking for a life to call our own

I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain

Something's coming sky is purple
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a rip tide could rip us away

I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain

She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket
Trying to experience everything at least once
Life is a commercial for being fucked up

I know she's not saying much
She's walking backwards and into the dust
Socks don't matter, teeth are turning green
Opinions are forming

Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh

Her mother is proud to be dead
Her dad is breakdancing underneath the bed
She's got lipstick scrawled across her forehead
Saying "Please Destroy Me"

Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh

She found the thrill on top of the hill
Now she's choking on the punk rock pill
'Cause it all boils down
To a casually pathetic future

Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh

She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket
Trying to experience everything at least once
Life is a commercial for being fucked up

I know she's not saying much
She's walking backwards and into the dust
Socks don't matter, teeth are turning green
Opinions are forming

Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh

Her mother is proud to be dead
Her dad is breakdancing underneath the bed
She's got lipstick scrawled across her forehead
Saying "Please Destroy Me"

Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh

She found the thrill on top of the hill
Now she's choking on the punk rock pill
'Cause it all boils down
To a casually pathetic future

Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh
Ah ooh

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

touch me on the inside with a finger full of famine wanna get you on the sofa later; wanna shake and bake me? bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine bucket full of blood got you on my mind 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 barroom !?!?! full of bread with a horse-whip ???? screamin we are strong and ??????? grab your wine, tell me where you been with the violin time 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 off the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball I wanna climb up on the wall I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball lay onto the dawn and on your plentiful sensation cause the town is full of sound and I killed my last relation got a bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine got a bucket full of blood got you on my mind 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

It was back in the old days
In the time of my grief
When the ladies all disowned me
And my lungs could scarcely breathe

And the wildlife was growing wilder by the day
And I stuck to myself mostly

There was a band of brothers
Who rode unto me
Throwing accusations
I could rarely see

They put a hand upon me
And hung me upside down
And emptied out my pockets
And kicked me on the ground

They took out the hot poker
And branded on my chest
Twisted my ear off
Gasoline on my vest

Set me all a-flaming
Periled and defeated
Pelted me with stones
That felt like certain death

They went on to my lady
And made her kneel low
Tore all her hair loose
And cut through her clothes

Laughed and they hollered
And they painted the horses orange
Put the kids together
And tied them to the porch

Then blaze upon blaze
Did the devils rally 'round
With rifles and sticks
Did they pound on the ground

I rambled and I tumbled
And I fell to my feet
And I never knew the sweat of satan
Tasted so sweet

Haven't got a lot to learn
And my eyes they stray again
Looking for a satellite
In the rays of heaven again

There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterday is ending
Sunday sun

Jealous minds walk in a line
And their faces jade the strain
Stranded in infinity rooms
And they're safe from any harm

There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are mending
Sunday sun

I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation

When I wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning

And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
The loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Put it together, it's a strange invitation

And it's a strange invitation
And it's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation

I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation

When I wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning

And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
The loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Put it together, it's a strange invitation

And it's a strange invitation
And it's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation

Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women learnin' to bow Can't complain about the mess Momma killed her only dress Now she's longin' for the pants Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine Catchin chill up the storm 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 me into the 'lectric 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 Ooh... [etc...] Lay into the fryin' pan Now she kisses her own hand With the fiddle on the fire I took a leap into the fog Sleepin' on a hollow log Now I'm coughin' with no mouth You can keep yourself inside But you know you cannot hide When the devil's your only friend mmmmmmmmmm......

it's so easy to laugh at yourself
and all those jokes have already been written
seems like another vain attempt
to let yourself fall out of the oven
holy mountains
they look so tired
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

who you foolin' with the fools are right
it's the same thing but it's almost as different
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
leaves you stranded with a broken engine
lazy desert looks so mangled
let me drown in a convalescent bliss
get up from your bed of rest
been a long time since you've lived
but the static in your mind
leaves you hollow and unkind
with a shock electric wave
turns you on.
you've been flunked out of the devils house
delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
some distortion that's never been known
on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever

holy mountains, they look so tired
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

be gone

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 suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin 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
whistlin 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
ridin 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 bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw
like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall
so give me what I got to get so I can go
cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more

and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack

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 suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin 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 whistlin 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 ridin 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 bakin worms with the bacon and eggs well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall so give me what I got to get so I can go cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack

Beat my bones against the wall
Staring down an empty hall
Deep down in a hollow log
Coming home like a letter bomb

Cold was the storm
That covered the night

Call a doctor, call a ghost
Put a fire into your bones
Sic a dog on all you know
Cut it loose before you go

Cold was the storm
That covered the night

What makes the soul, the soul of a man?

Beat my bones against the wall
Put a bank note on your bond
Gris Gris and a goldenrod
Down deep in a hollow log

Cold was the storm
That buried the night

What makes the soul, the soul of a man?

Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
We're having a picnic on the other side of town

There's sleeping bags and fire
And it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

'Cause its getting hard to think
And my clothes are starting to shrink
And the moon is sagging down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday
Smokin' in an old ashtray
They just blow it out their nose and say okay

So let's try to make it last
The past is still the past
And tomorrow is just another crazy scam

I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowing
Is blowing like a smoke machine
If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
'Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain't getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
In the evening time

All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
and some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
in the evening time

Matchsticks strike
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When the good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
and some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
in the evening time
I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
and some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
in the evening time

Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on

I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowing
Is blowing like a smoke machine

If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
'Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain't getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

Matchsticks strike
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When he good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on

[scream] Ahhhowwww!!

I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowing
Is blowing like a smoke machine
If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
'Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain't getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
In the evening time

All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
and some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
in the evening time

Matchsticks strike
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When the good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
and some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
in the evening time
I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life
and some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill
in the evening time

Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on

a town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked
the night is younger than us
and nowhere is anywhere else
you sleep to yourself
stirring the dregs
where I have laid

the exit signs are flashing
dead ends, they won't
come to life anymore

well I pledged the rest
I should have guessed
your love was hangin by threads
tongues tied under the moon
your love is a room
of broken bottles and tangled webs

the miser's wild
them eyes like clocks
that cock their gears
on and on

and if it's meant some accident
or some coincidence
crumbs fall out of the sky
as you wander by
the dust clouds roam,
nobody's home

so lay my bags upon
all the funeral fire
and sing it again

Something better than this
Someplace I'd like to go
To let all I've learned
Tell me what I know
About the kind of life
I never thought I'd live
Till the ugly truth
Showed me what it did

Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now

On a borrowed dime
In different light
You might see what
The other side looks like
In a random room
Behind an iron door
Kick an empty can
Across an empty floor

Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now

Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'

Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

My baby run to me
She lives in broken-down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking

Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

Doo doo doo doo

Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'
Black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

Can't you hear
those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon
by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap
you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs
slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

Neptune's lips
taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes
on the Ginza line
Running buck wild
like a concubine
Who's mother
never held her hand
Brief encounters
in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast
getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs
slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs
slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

get up son hit you head like a drum
weeds are all grown in vain
too much time I got too much time
living in a waste of space
take yourself don't break yourself
its all gonna be ok
get used to it don't lose your head
its all gonna be the same
she knows send a message to her
she knows get a message to her


kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head
face it down don't turn it around
unless you wanna be where you been
take yourself don't break yourself
its all gonna be ok
get used to it don't lose your head
its all gonna be the same
she knows send a massage to her
she knows get a massage to her


spell out her name in cigarettes and knives tryin to see her
get her a massage on a dirty window tryin to see her


I've been stripping the days off the sidewark and pavement
the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending
day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid
something to believe
something to believe

Close your eyes and see water
Sliding up the back of your head
Folding into your clothing
Covering eveything you said

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Dried up on the shoreline
Drinking everything you said
Offering food to the ladies
Pulling down animals in trees

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette

Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself

I've been diggin the ground
Through the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles and junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a slave
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of you then

Cows are pullin at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standin all day keepin watch
Over all the treasures we lost

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself

The scarecrow's only scarin himself
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
The scarecrow's only scarin himself, yeah

I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette

Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself

I've been diggin the ground
Through the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles and junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a slave
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of you then

Cows are pullin at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standin all day keepin watch
Over all the treasures we lost

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself

The scarecrow's only scarin himself
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
The scarecrow's only scarin himself, yeah

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
And after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
And 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
Oh, yeah, started 'em all
Made a lot of money
Oh, yeah, I'm makin' it
And I gave it all away
Give it all to me

Well, the band got killed
Ah, bunch of losers
So I started a solo career
Aha, yeah
And I won all the awards
Get 'em all now
And I drank all the beer
Drink it all up; get funky
I opened up a taco stand
Aha
Just to smell the smell
Oho
Cookin' with the devil
Fryin' down in hell

I was born in a landslide
In the jungle land
I can play a piano
With a funeral hand

Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue
Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune

Worked on a railroad
Slept on a cot
If you got what it takes
They'll take what you got

Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue
Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune

Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la...

Out on the North Sea
Where the waters are wild
You wept like a mad dog
Like a Ozone child

Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue
Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune
Play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune

Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la...

Tell me where you want me to go
If I'm gone then I'll get there soon
Tell me what you want me to be
If I've been there split in two
Tell me what you want me to say
Then I'll put my tongue away

Tell me what you want me to see
With my eyes so grizzly gray

You're insane
Got no name
The lion's tame
It's all the same
Got no brain
The lion's tame

Tell me where you want me to go
If I'm gone then I'll get there soon
Tell me what you want me to be
If I've been there split in two

You're insane
Got no name
The lion's tame
It's all the same
Got no brain
Lion's tame

By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was there some concerned
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?



Gather all your worldly jewels
And scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss
Days so perilous
When day is done we'll ride
Who cares what we find



Another misspent night
We thought we got it right
The driver lost a wheel
The ice turned into steel
They shivered like refugees
Way down on our knees



By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was there some concerned
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?

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

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun

Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell

Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend

My throat muscles are clearly shredded.

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 washed off
Where the blood is washed off
And I got no focus
Got no focus

Make a perfect replica of your life
Cut the paper with exacto knife
Tape it up, tape it up against the howling wind
I'm so tired - don't know where to begin

It's so unreal
It's all I need
This replica

I was the last to see me down on my knees
These antibodies learn to be the disease
And I learn to be what fights against me
We'll make a replica - a place we can sleep
And we could live in a hollow tree
Grow up old and bury the sea
And when this replica begins to look cheap
I'll throw it out but now it's home to me

It's so unreal
It's all I need
This replica

Build it up, build it up
This replica
Now we build it up
Build it up, build it up
Build it up, build it up

Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust

Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go

Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on

Takin me far,
Far as a rental car can go

Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust

Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go

Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on

Takin me far,
Far as a rental car can go