Beck - Crystal Clear Lyrics
Plastic donut, can of spamThere's no kindness in this landBetter not let my good gal catch you hereShe's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beerCoffee clothing pasted onClean my gravestone when i'm goneAnd you better not let my good gal catch you hereShe's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hearHitch my horse up to the townI got my toenails painted brownAnd you better not let my good gal catch you hereShe'll cut you down and put the blame on meJust a muscle in a bagThrow my baby, don't let her sagYa better not let my good gal catch you hereShe's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer