Testo: Beck. Stereopathetic Soul Manure. Thunder Peel.

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghetto blasting
On the wonder wheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine

Now I'm rolling in sweat with a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans on the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs, I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghetto blasting
On the wonder wheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve