Beck

Your brains went black when she took back her love
And she put it out into the sun
The birds did fly when the heavens all went dry
And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves

She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an asshole

Call her name, she looks the same as you
Question marks stretched across her skin
She dangles carrots, makes you feel embarrassed
To be the fool you know you are

She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an asshole

There's nobody
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get from here to there

There's nobody
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get from here to there

There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Nothing twisting 'round, burning down, coming 'round
There hasn't been a change for over a year
Slide it through, ride it through, hiding you
There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Shut it up, roll it up, follow you

Pull the tap
Give it a stab
There's no atmosphere
Dig a tunnel through the mountain
How many atmospheres are out there
There's a telephone there to here

Gypsy haircut
Bearskin rug
And tambourines
A black piano
On the mountain
To the atmospheres are out there
There's a broken bottle
There's a...
Through the tunnel
Cut your hand on the atmosphere

Split in two
Band-aids on your hand
Split
The atmosphere
Is split in two
Staring at you

Ready?

He's your slime and he's out to break me
I can feel him in the distance
I have grown to see that you are better than yourself
You're more real than you pretend to be

He is guilty, he will pay
He will burn in every way
He will taste the hell I bring
He will change his mind about you

Long ago things to be
I've got a garden hose and a color tv
I've got time on my hands
I've got time on my hands
Nobody cares what I do

Long ago things to do
I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew
I've got work to get done
I've got work to get done
Nobody knows where to run

I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice
I've got trees to drink but they smell so nice
Don't give me the flu
Nobody knows I'm with you

Back and forth I dodge a fly
Like a feather in the sky
Write me out a check
Give me all your cash
Nobody knows, so just go home

Oh, yes

Rockin' the city
Close to God
Engines running
All hope is gone

Out on the highway
Having a baby

Crawling the city
Close to God
Engines running
Pistons tried

Got a feeling
That I'm leaving
Extra sugar
Heavy breathing

Definitely
This is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
And there's a kid drinkin' fire

Goin' down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shakin' hands with themselves
Lookin' out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
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
Ridin' the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing

Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling
They got plastic in the after life

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly

I know, I know
It's the postive people
Runnin' from their time
Lookin' for some feeling

Pull the car over
Throw out your clothes
The smell is disgusting
Where does it go?

Tear down the houses
The ones that aren't there
Tear down the houses
Pull the car over

(Rise you up) Tell me your story
(Make it all up) I'll be the judge
(Rise you up) Tell me your story
(Make it all up) I'll be the judge

Come for a visit
Come for a stay
I won't annoy you
I won't complain

You can be crazy
Tear up all my things
Cut up the kitchens
Wear all my rings

Tell me your story (make it all up)
I'll be the judge

Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table
Disappointment is a feather in your cap
You want the truth, not when it's unplanned

There's no map that can tell you where you are
You're in between things that only go half way
You want the best, you want contests
Where everybody loses on purpose by mistake

Stand outside with a suitcase
(There's a forcefield 'round my neck)
Walk around all the while
(And it stands just where I sit)
Look at the people driving backwards
(And the stance I took on that)
No particular style
(Leaves that forcefield 'round my back)

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
(And the stance I took on that)
Don't let it turn you into
(Leaves a forcefield round my neck)
The things you hate the most

Roll out your silver-dollar coffins
Pull out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything you want to
The sound comes from above

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
(And the stance I took on that)
Don't let it turn you into
(Leaves a forcefield round my neck)
The things you hate the most

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most

There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I sit
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck

There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I sit
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck

Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above
Don't get drunk, don't get dry
Just bring your money next Saturday night

Forty miles on a cattle trail
With a half-dead mule and nothing on my mind
All my life I've been talking fast
Taking all the things that I should have let pass

Throw my hat on a coffin nail
Put another brick in the fire place
Well I don't know about you or me
But someone got loose back in town

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true

I first met you down on Lover's Lane
The birds were insane, flapping all about
Softly you would sing, swinging in your swing
It wasn't night, it wasn't day

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, Lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

He led my mother
He led my mother
He led my mother
All the way
All the way, Lord
From up to heaven
He led my mother
All the way

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, Lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
Walk around with a broken leg
And a hundred dollar bill

Get yourself a pistol
Get yourself a dog
Stay up all night gettin' drunk
Sleeping in a hollow log

Walk till you're restless
Sleep till you're tired
Wake up without thinking
You're the one that I desire

Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain't no fire in the pan

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain't no fire in the pan

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

From these shores where we belong
I have seen the land beyond
Where the Lord is strange and strong
I have seen the land beyond

There's no telling who'll be dead
When the pale horse is turning red
And the tongues will burn in vain
And everything will feel the same

There's no patience, there's no peace
I have seen the land beyond
Where the gravestones never cease
I have seen the land beyond

Through the troubles of the years
Through the heavenly appartition appears
And we're haunted by our own minds
When the spirit comes in disguise

From these shore where we belong
I have seen the land beyond
I'll be there and I'll be gone
I have seen the land beyond

Well, it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
And it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind

And I wanted to be
I wanted to be
Wanted to be
Your good friend

Well I cannot believe
You got a devil up your sleeve
And he's talking to me
And I cannot believe

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well you're all scared and stiff
A sick stolen gift
And the people you're with
They're all scared and stiff

And I wanted to be
I wanted to be
Wanted to be
Your good friend

Put those sunglasses on your hips
Mayonaisse on your lips
Pass me a bag of potato chips
When I wanna put my money on a monkey

Give it to me, don't give it to me
Give it to me, don't give it to me
Your idea, maybe I'll see ya
Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Give me a cold sore when you're young
Get old fast when you sag in the sun
Put a coffin lid on everyone
So you can be depressed

Give it to me, don't give it to me
Give it to me, don't give it to me
Your idea, maybe I'll see ya
Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Your love
Your kindness
Your body on the mattress

She's got braids and broken arms
Top Ramen cooking in the burning barns
Talking at me like car alarms
When all the cars got stolen

Give it to me, don't give it to me
Give it to me, don't give it to me
Your idea, maybe I'll see ya
Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Take me out to dinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm a sucker, I'm a sinner
Won't you take me out to dinner?

Take me out to dinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm a sucker, I'm a sinner
Won't you take me out to dinner?

Your love
Your kindness
Your body on the mattress

There's s dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long 'cause the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave

Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
Satan came down dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave

Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone

Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling

Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)

Riot cops, cheerleaders
Eyebrows painted on their heads
Mouthful of rotting cavities
Drinking Coca-Cola in the street

Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)

Shot in the leg
Shot in the leg
My name is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The sky is on fire
The drums aren't beating
Pistols in jeans

Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Dead as a fly

I wake up and look
Upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trashbags are your kids

The ceiling is invisible
And there's a bird sinkin' through the sky
And every hour that passes
Is teaching me how to cry

'Cause it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

There's a police siren singin'
Like a tiger with no skin
The sewer drain is glowing
And I don't know what state I'm in

The river is on fire
There's chemicals and debris
And all the roads are blocked off
'Cause it's just too hard to see

So cancel my appointments
And set up a whole new show
'Cause I'm in need of a good hot meal
And a life to call my own

So give me a plate of money
And get me a blanket and a chair
Your limitations are limitless
They're floating through the air

'Cause it's real and it's true
The things I see in you
And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about
You're the clearest dream that ever drifted by

Everything's ugly, kissing my honey
Pickles and pie, can't wait to die
Reach up around, sick as a town
Donuts and tea, don't talk to me

Self-right chicken, Mojo Nixon
Thick as a stick and burning crap
Running all down in the burning crap

You said it before, you kids are so poor
Grow up frozen and piss on the door
Grow up frozen and piss on the door

Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way
Who wants to show, everybody says Go
Rockin' the lands, recyclin' cans
We get the head, choking on lead

Brothers and sisters, bloodthirsty blisters
Skeleton pride, she cooks my mind
Skeleton baby, she pokes my hide

Sexy death soda, wait till your older
Can't get enough of tomorrow today
Can't get enough of tomorrow today
Woo Hoo

Robot chicken, Mojo Nixon
Can't get your stick in the burning crap
Said it before, the kids are so poor
Grow up frozen and piss on the door
Grow up frozen and piss on the door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't believe what we've seen outside
You and me watching the jets go by
Oh, Oooh, Oh
Oh, Oooh, Oh

Drown by sea, so many people've already drowned
You and me watching a sea full of people
Try not to drown

So many people, so many people
Where do they go?
You and me watching a sky
Full of chemtrails
That's where we belong

All I can take from these skies is hope
But all I can see in this light are boats
Sinking
Oh, Oooh, Oh
Oh, Oooh, Oh

Down by the sea swallowed by evil
They've already drowned
You and me watching a sea of people
Already drowned

So many people, so many people
Where do they go?
You and me hit by a test of white evil rain
Watching the jet planes go by

You and me watching
You and me watching
The chemtrails is where we belong
That's where we'll be when we die in the slipstream
We'll climb in a hole in the sky

If I could to hold hold out for now
With these ice caps melting down
With the transistor sound
And my Chevrolet terraplane
Going around around around

Come on little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
Your brains are bored
Like a refugee from a house that's burning
And the heat wave's calling your name

She's got on a cactus crown
With a dot dot dot on her brow
And she speaks inside a cloud
With her countenance turning around

Hit me like a gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
And I'm pulling out thorns
Smokestack lightning out my window
I want to know what I've lost today

Come on little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
And your body's bored
Like a refugee from a house that's burning
And the backwater's calling your name

I feel uptight when I walk in the city
I feel so cold when I'm at home
Feels like everything's starting to hit me
I lost my bearings ten minutes ago

Modern guilt - I'm stranded with nothing
Modern guilt - I'm under lock-and-key
Misapprehension is turning into convention
Don't know what I've done but I feel ashamed

Standing outside the glass on the sidewalk
These people talk about impossible things
And I'm falling out of the conversation
Like a pawn piece in a human shield

Modern guilt is all in our hands
Modern guilt won't get me to bed
Say what you will - smoke your last cigarette
Don't know what I've done but I feel afraid

Think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this diamond I don't know how to shine
In the sun where the dark winds wail
And these children leave their rulers behind

As we cross ten leagues from a rubicon
The matchsticks for my bones
If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We can learn to leave these burdens to burn

Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shatter themselves
Fighting the fire with your bare hands

Now my journey takes me further south
I want to hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone

And how can I make new again
What rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a tidal wave's wake

If I wake up and see my maker coming
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We'll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
To be loved or destroyed from a void
To a grain of sand in your hand

In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher
And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido

Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
These profanity prayers

Well you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the table
And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now
And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing
'Cause you can't just live on air and float to the ceiling

Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers

Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers

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

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?

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

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

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

Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Make notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of paper mache
Cliched wasted hate taste-tested
Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hi. Yeah, that's it.
Yeah, that's it.
Yeah, that's it.
Hi.

Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and handclaps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code Red cola ?? crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up
Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Yes.
Hi.
I like your bass.
Your beat is nice.
Yeah, that's it.
Yes. Yes.

Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Hell yes.