Bek Lyrics


(From the Stereopathetic Soulmanure Album)

[Written by Beck Hansen]

You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
'cause all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns

Well, we ate about fifteen times a day
Staring through a bag of Frito-Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well, it's real and it's fake
And it's flaming like a steak
And she's putting out my face with a rake
Oh honey, you knew
That you were
My one and only blur

Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I've stomped and I've stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride

But the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don't talk when I'm around
And I'm feeling bad even though nothing's wrong

Choking on a breathmint…