Beck - Deadweight Lyrics
On a highway unpaved going my wayYoure so alone todayLike a ghost town Ive foundTheres no relief, no salt in the seaIs it true what they sayYou cant behaveYou gamble your soul awayMeasuring your dreams of this life seemsLike the gristle of lonelinessDont let the sun catch ya cryingDont let the sun catch ya cryingLike an nice age nice daysOn your way sipping the golden dregsOn a rip tide freaks rideSleep inside a parasites appetiteOh say cant ya see the chemistryThe parasites, the cleanup feeDeath leather hands recycled cansGet well cards to the hostage vansDont let the sun catch ya cryingDont let the sun catch ya cryingYoure a deadweight right straightOn your way sunk in the midnight shadeSkies burn eyes turnLearning to counterfeit their diseaseIn this town where we roamWe bluff our souls on canteen patiosDrink the greatest draftThe music drags the music drags the music drags...Dont let the sun catch ya cryingDont let the sun catch ya crying
