Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Beck, "I just found me a bottle of blues.
Some strange comfort
By Beck, I hate to do this
But you're a pain in
By Beck, Cold Brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
no thoughts,
no mind
to rot
behind
a trail of disasters
a
By Beck, Where will you go
When this day is over?
A
By Beck, Lazy flies all hovering above
The magistrate
He puts on
By Beck, treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open
By Beck, There was no one nothing to see
The night is
By Beck, A town of disrespect
The trains are wrecked
The night
By Beck, it's so easy to laugh at yourself
when all those jokes
By Beck, oh when they beat
upon a broken guitar
and on the streets
they
By Beck, These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through
