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beck adlı nasıl müzik yaptığını bir türlü anlayamadığımız ancak güzel müzik yaptığı bir gerçek olan insanın şahane şarkısıdır. sözleri de şöyle;
One, two
You know what to do
Alright mm, c'mon
I'm uptight, super-gutted
Out of the frame
I shake my leg on the ground
Like an epileptic battery man
I'm making my move
Lettin' loose like a belt
Little worse for wear
But I'm wearing it well
Tell me what's wrong
With a little grind n' bump?
When the stereos erupt
With a kick drum punch?
Once you do it once
Probably do it again and again
You did it before
But you're more erratic than then
And you had a rough night
And the ride's just begun
Let a little bit of this
Put the past where it's done
Don't let it hold you back
But you've already said
No dead flowers gonna grow
'Til the dirt gets wet
Put the elevator music on
Pull me back where I belong
The ambulance sings along
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong
If I could forget myself
Find another lie to tell
If I had a soul to sell
I'd buy some time
To talk to my brain cells
Gutbucket and a bottle of pain
It's like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
'Til the bottom wears off
Of these high-heeled boots
The bodies all move
To some backbone roots
Everybody workin' hard
'Til the yard is all clean
The dishes wash good
In the washin' machine
Now you brush your teeth
And you comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle
Like you just didn't care
And you walk into work
With the boys and the girls
And you're doin' it to death
It's the end of the world
Now there's everybody's sweatin'
Forgettin' what's on their mind
With your hand like a mirror
You can see what's inside
When you're down and out
Pounded and there's nothing that's real
It's like a plastic heart
Too amputated to feel
I got a soda can bible song
A paranoid Jumbotron
The Lord took the weekend off
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong
If I could forget myself
I'd find another lie to tell
The bottom of an oil well
Cell phone's ringing
I could talk to my brain cell
What?
All the dudes with banjos
Chicks with wicks
Animals with bananas
Got my hand like a mirror
You can see what's around
Na na na .
One, two
You know what to do
Alright mm, c'mon
I'm uptight, super-gutted
Out of the frame
I shake my leg on the ground
Like an epileptic battery man
I'm making my move
Lettin' loose like a belt
Little worse for wear
But I'm wearing it well
Tell me what's wrong
With a little grind n' bump?
When the stereos erupt
With a kick drum punch?
Once you do it once
Probably do it again and again
You did it before
But you're more erratic than then
And you had a rough night
And the ride's just begun
Let a little bit of this
Put the past where it's done
Don't let it hold you back
But you've already said
No dead flowers gonna grow
'Til the dirt gets wet
Put the elevator music on
Pull me back where I belong
The ambulance sings along
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong
If I could forget myself
Find another lie to tell
If I had a soul to sell
I'd buy some time
To talk to my brain cells
Gutbucket and a bottle of pain
It's like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
'Til the bottom wears off
Of these high-heeled boots
The bodies all move
To some backbone roots
Everybody workin' hard
'Til the yard is all clean
The dishes wash good
In the washin' machine
Now you brush your teeth
And you comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle
Like you just didn't care
And you walk into work
With the boys and the girls
And you're doin' it to death
It's the end of the world
Now there's everybody's sweatin'
Forgettin' what's on their mind
With your hand like a mirror
You can see what's inside
When you're down and out
Pounded and there's nothing that's real
It's like a plastic heart
Too amputated to feel
I got a soda can bible song
A paranoid Jumbotron
The Lord took the weekend off
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong
If I could forget myself
I'd find another lie to tell
The bottom of an oil well
Cell phone's ringing
I could talk to my brain cell
What?
All the dudes with banjos
Chicks with wicks
Animals with bananas
Got my hand like a mirror
You can see what's around
Na na na .
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