Beck - In A Cold Ass Fashion Lyrics
Fly like the eagleFly like the eagleFly...SqueegeeAh, you got itWhen we get down to the shrink-wrap on my graveYou know the nitty-gritty never looked so safeYou get whipflash under the bridgeLike a cold-ass lover with the buckskinGet the squeegee and its easy to be meClean my boots and Im still feelin homelessYour brother is deader than a phone machineWith a bucket of green pissAnd Im tryin not to look at satan making love to a dishragSo load up the gimmick wagon, get out of townDo me a favor -- dont stick aroundcause my kneecaps are turnin slightly brownLets be doin it rightComin down in a cold ass fashionAnd the people dont breatheComin down in a cold ass fashionSteppin in the beefsteakComin down in a cold ass fashionAnd the mayonnaise comesComin down in a cold ass fashionBlack twinkieGettin all caught up in a taste testAn it all basically tastes like crapI can shake my own hand, give myself a grinI can pick my own nose and put it back inI can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of liceSmoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christI got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseousAnd the sweat is day-gloWent to sleep, woke up in a coffinTook out my eyeballs an put em in a condomYour daddys got laxatives on his brainGettin sappy in the back of a trainMojo weedwhacker cuttin yer spaceHot dogs rottin in the bottom of a suitcaseAnd your mouth, it smells like hair gelI love you but you dont know how to spellWhere can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holesAnd there aint nothin like the real artificialO.g. -- original glue-snifferComin down in a cold ass fashionAnd the people dont breatheComin down in a cold ass fashionAs youre biting my sandwichComin down in a cold ass fashionSmear me sauce [? ]Comin down in a cold ass fashion[? ? ? ] donut [? ]Uh, wait...Talkin about a cold ass fashion [x16][the following four lines are spoken at various times over theAbove:]Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (? )[backwards:] [? ? ? ] up your ass[backwards:] [? ? ? ] hot dogIts like forty pounds of avocado sauceSmeared across your bossYou know what Im sayin?You dunno when its cominYou know, its like forty-five horsesRunnin through the graveyardIn yellow pantiesThat is cold fashion
