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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Beck -  Tasergun
 I got a room down in hollywood
 
 The rent was cheap,
 
 The street was cool
 
 But there was an old man
 
 Who lived right next to me
 
 He was so wretched
 
 He ate up everything
 
 The day I moved in
 
 I got weird feelings
 
 I played my guitar
 
 He hit the ceiling
 
 He ran out into the hall and he yelled
 
 "watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!
 
 Watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!"
 
 Hes on the loose
 
 Hes got the juice
 
 Like a mad dog with no teeth
 
 He left me notes
 
 Said all kinds of things
 
 "you little creepy slob,
 
 Why dont you get a job?
 
 Why dont you cut your hair?
 
 Why dont you get out of here?
 
 Why dont you move away?
 
 Why dont you just get lost? "
 
 He spent his days
 
 Down in adult book stores
 
 Bringing home all kinda weirdos
 
 And blasting his tv back at me
 
 So one day I get pissed
 
 We got into a fight
 
 I kicked him in the nuts
 
 He yelled with all his might
 
 "watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!
 
 Watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!"
 
 You son of a bitch
 
 I think its startin to itch
 
 Hes got the taser gun
 
 (spoken: mr. handjob)
 
 
    
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