Testi:
Beck Mutations

F-in trees with the pumpkin pie! I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard Ain't it hard, To want somebody

Where will you go When this day is over A gambler's purse Lays on the road Straight to your door Snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out

Cold brains, Unmoved, Untouched, Unglued Alone at last No thoughts, No mind To rot Behind A trail of disasters A final the curse Abandoned hearse We

Have you got a fine place to slip to When you're feeling down Have you had a week or two Just to get your troubles down Found a lot of life and laughter

There was no one nothing to see The night is useless and so are we Cause everybody knows The fabric of folly Is fallen apart at the seams And I've been

By the dried up stream We slit our throats and dreamed But when the building's burned Was there some concerned Mother laid in bed What was it she said

It's so easy to laugh at yourself When all those jokes have already been written Seems like another vain attempt To let yourself fall out of the oven

When they beat On a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay

Cold brains Unmoved, untouched, unglued Alone at last And no thoughts No mind to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride