Beck - Modesto Lyrics
You came, you wentMy mind it got a dentI couldnt make my rentcause all my cash was lentThis town is filledWith thousand-dollar-billsLaminated songsContaminated lawnsWell we eat about fifteen times a dayStarin through a bag of frito-layAnd I play with the fire in the stoveWhen my eyes peel out and my fingertips get coldWell its real and its fakeAnd its flamin like a steakAnd shes puttin out my face with the rakeOh honey you knewThat you were my one and only blurUnglued, depressedThe meatloaf in my chestPersonality testI failed with the bestAnd I stomped and I stormedAnd I passed out in your dormThen you hustled me outsideI couldnt catch a rideBut the subway trains speak to me nowIm browsing through the supermarket townAnd the girls dont talk when Im aroundAnd Im feelin bad even though nothings wrongChokin on a breathmintThats coolYeah, thats cool(........stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon--Ran out of sourdough 2 days ago; aint got no more lard. God bless you folks...)
