Текст (слова) песни: Beck - In A Cold Ass Fashion

Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...

Squeegee

Ah, you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it`s easy to be me
Clean my boots and I`m still feelin` homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I`m tryin` not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don`t stick around
`Cause my kneecaps are turnin` slightly brown

Let`s be doin` it right

Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don`t breathe
Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin` in the beefsteak
Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
Black Twinkie

Gettin` all caught up in a taste test
An` it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ

I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is Day-Glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an` put `em in a condom
Your daddy`s got laxatives on his brain
Gettin` sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin` yer space
Hot dogs rottin` in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don`t know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain`t nothin` like the real artificial

O.G. -- original glue-sniffer

Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don`t breathe
Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
As you`re biting my sandwich
Comin` down in a cold ass fashion
Smear 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 the
above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (?)
[Backwards:] [???] up your ass
[Backwards:] [???] hot dog

It`s like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I`m sayin`?
You dunno when it`s comin`
You know, it`s like forty-five horses
Runnin` through the graveyard
In yellow panties
That is cold fashion

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