Beck - . 000. 000 Lyrics
....twilight...? ? ? ?Ive seen your place before, Ive tread thid field ? ? ?I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling bladeMy city to the scope, my ? ? ? ? spokesMy ? ? ? ?But shell never never knowMy ? ? has a ? ? ?? ? ?? ? ?I come from lots of? ? ? ?My very modest tricksMy pricks and belly rose (? )My operation blows? ? ?My big pollution growsI never spoke of floodMy ? ? ? ? ?? ? ? ? ? ? .....(aaarrgghh!!! okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!Im sure it will all come to me in a dream one night withA man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to thisSong. Ill get back with you.....deborah)