BECK - Cyanide Breath Mint lyrics

rate me

definitely this is the wrong place to be

there's blood on the futon

there's a kid drinking fire

going down to the sea

they got people to meet

shaking hands with themselves

looking 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

riding the scapegoat

burning equipment

decomposing

cool off your jets

take off your sweats

I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

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 positive people

running from their time

looking for some feeling