Текст песни Beck - Cyanide Breath Mint
Beck - Cyanide Breath Mint слова песни
Definitely this is the wrong place to beTheres blood on the futonTheres a kid drinking fireGoing down to the seaThey got people to meetShaking hands with themselvesLooking out for themselvesWhen they ask you for creditGive them a branchWhen they want you to get itChew on the grassI know I know cause they told me to tell youTheres nothing to tell youTheres nothing to sell youIn the afternoonRiding the scapegoatBurning equipmentDecomposingCool off your jetsTake off your sweatsI got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlifeWhen they want you to cryLeap into the skyWhen they suck your mindLike a pigeon youll flyI know I knowIts the positive peopleRunning from their timeLooking for some feeling