Beck - Tasergun Lyrics
I got a room down in hollywoodThe rent was cheap,The street was coolBut there was an old manWho lived right next to meHe was so wretchedHe ate up everythingThe day i moved inI got weird feelingsI played my guitarHe hit the ceilingHe ran out into the hall and he yelled"watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!Watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!"He's on the looseHe's got the juiceLike a mad dog with no teethHe left me notesSaid all kinds of things"you little creepy slob,Why don't you get a job?Why don't you cut your hair?Why don't you get out of here?Why don't you move away?Why don't you just get lost?"He spent his daysDown in adult book storesBringing home all kinda weirdosAnd blasting his tv back at meSo one day i get pissedWe got into a fightI kicked him in the nutsHe yelled with all his might"watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!Watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!"You son of a *****I think it's startin to itchHe's got the taser gun(spoken: mr. handjob)
