Beercan

by Beck

Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
To ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women throwing plates
Decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight
Out of focus and much too bright
Coming down, shiny teeth
Game show suckers trying to breathe
But I got a drug and I got the bug
And I got something better than love

How you like me now?
Pretty good
Going on, feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves
Telephone bills up my sleeves
Choking like a one man dustball
Freedom rock slimeball talking in code
We went down, lit up the shack
Grab me a beer out of the sack
Everybody bent over twice
Painting the walls, throwing some dice
Leaping up into the air, getting juiced up beyond belief

And they were singing like this:
Winos throwing frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between the bun
Now I'm hungry, now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig
Oh yeah
Scraping off the attitude
Old man eating all my food
Don't be kind, don't be rude
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose
Oh yeah, my goodness

(Fluffy clouds) (tumbling rainbows) (fluffy clouds)
I'm sad (tumbling rainbows) (a soft and snuggly place) (fluffy clouds)
I'm sad (tumbling rainbows) (a soft and snuggly place) (fluffy clouds)
I'm sad and unhappy
Yppahnu dna das

Winos throwing frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between the bun
Now I'm hungry, now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig
Oh yeah
Scraping off the attitude
Old man eating all my food
Don't be kind, don't be rude
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose
Oh yeah, my goodness

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