Beck - Novacane Lyrics
Keep on talking like a novacane hurricaneLow static on the poor mans short-waveStampedes got to dismantleCode-red: whats your handleMission incredible undercover convoyFull-tilt chromosome cowboyX-ray search and destroySmoke stack black top novacane boyGot so low your mom wont drumGetting late with the suicide beatTest-tube, still-born and dazedChump scum plays in the razors hazeGot the momentum radioactiveLowdown!Circumsized for the operationDont expect some generationCyanide ride down the turnpikeHundred hours on the miracle micGrinding the gears eighteen wheelsRigs and robots riding on their heelsFine tune robot making a sand box(? )Heats and infernos burning like drano(? )Down the horizon purple gassesSemi-trucks hauling them assesNovacane, hit the road expresswayExplode!Novacane! novacane!