Cyanide Breath Mint — текст песни (Beck)

Definitely this is the wrong place to be

Theres blood on the futon

Theres 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

Theres nothing to tell you

Theres 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 youll fly

I know I know

Its the positive people

Running from their time

Looking for some feeling