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Beck Soundtrack Exclusives Rarities

Lightning burned the fields, blackfire choked our breath We huddled in the kitchen, sand poured through the walls We looked to one another, the children

Curses I send On these countless men Curses on their trespasses Will they never end? Curses on their blades On the spare and open lanes Once I've been

Dead man with no eyes Won't you look at me tonight Tell me will I look good With my pants on so tight Watch me die, watch me die Dead man with no heart

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was

Flavor Got the flavor Got the flavor Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass White lightning and an ol

(voice of woody guthrie: I been robbed for cash and I been robbed on credit; Woke up a lot of mornings, didn't even know where I was at. the hardest Work

You said go You said stay Got so confused I tried to do both So I broke out in a sweat Cashed my check And I spent it to death And it's hard to compete

[female voice: I'm totally fucked up. i can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs. but, uh...i'm gonna be here... [beck speaks

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 I'll be stuck on Sunday night Lookin'