Tên đầy đủ: Beck
I feel low down So down I feel low down Oh yeah I'm feeling down I'm feeling down I feel low down I feel so......
Fly like the eagle Fly like the eagle Fly... Squeegee Ah, you got it When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave You......
Well, who's that ridin, john the revelator Tell me who's the ridin, john the revelator Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator Wrote the......
Kiss the grass, slay a hag Feel the ?? freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores ???......
Ahhhhhhhhhh You only got one finger left and it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floor......
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......
(spoken: this is sort of a...a...i got these chords from bob seger...it's kind Of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...) When all is said and done......
I don't want no cryin' All upon my sleeve I just want somebody Who got no place to be You call me up on tuesday......
(play us a tune on an unbroken spinet and let the bells ring, Let the bells ring. play music now! play us a tune on......
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint......
From these shores where we belong I have seen the the land beyond Where the lord is strange and strong I have seen the the......
Well it's all in your mind Well it's all in your mind It's all in your mind Well it's all in your mind And i......
Lazy flies, all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled There must be......
Go to sleep We're so tired now Altogether in a snake pit of souls New days To throw your chains away To try to hang......
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone. They make it hard to leave you alone. Leave you here wearing your wounds Waving your guns at......
(insert various variations of lead-in b.s., for example: "i was walking down glendale blvd. one night. someone Was playing 'i wanna sex you up' out......
I've been drifting along with the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you......
(when the fat man shaving in the pullman washroom Grunts, "what's this?") Leave me on the moon I must be coming back too soon Pieces......
Lonesome tears I can't cry them anymore I can't think of what they're for Oh they ruin me every time But I'll try And leave......
Come gather round me people, here's a story you never heard 'bout me and my friends and some things that occured We thought we'd get......