Beck - E-Pro

С альбома Guero


see me comin to town with my souls
straight down out of the world with my fingers
holdin onto the devil I know
all my troubles'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming
don't forget to pick up what you sow
talkin trash to the garbage around you

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see me kickin the door with my boots
broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
snakes and bones at the back of your room
handing out a confection of venom
heaven's drunk from the poison you use
charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
now I see its a comfort to you
hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight

na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
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I won't give up that ghost
it's sick the way these tongues are twisted
the good in us is all we know
there's too much left to taste that's bitter

I won't give up that ghost
it's sick the way these tongues are twisted
the good in us is all we know
there's too much left to taste that's bitter

na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
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