get up son hit your head like a drum weeds are all growin in vain too much time, I got too much time living in a waste of space take yourself don't break yourself it's all gonna be ok get used to it don't lose your head it's all gonna be the same
she knows send a message to her she knows get a message to her
Now, kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head face it down don't turn it around unless you wanna be where you been take yourself don't break yourself it's all gonna be ok get used to it don't lose your head it's all gonna be the same
she knows send a message to her she knows get a message to her
spell out her name in cigarettes and knives trying to see her get her a message on a dirty window trying to see her
I've been stripping the days off the sidewalk and pavement the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag mainline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid something to believe something to believe
Compositores: Beck David Hansen (Beck Hansen) (AMRA), John Robert King (King Gizmo) (ASCAP), Michael S Simpson (Mike Ez) (ASCAP)Editores: Astidal LLC, Kobalt Music Copyrights Sarl, Mca-universal Music Corporation (ASCAP)Publicado em 2005ECAD verificado obra #1606774 e fonograma #1931742 em 26/Abr/2024