Paroles de Hotwax
Beck30594
It takes a backwash manTo sing a backwash songLike a frying pan when the fire's goneDriving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grassIn my radio smashedAnd I like pianos in the evening sunDragging my heels 'til my day is doneSaturday night in the captain's clothesTender horns blowing' in my jury 'frosYo soy un disco quebradoYo tengo chicle en el cerebro*I can't believe my way back whenMy Cadillac pants going much to fastKaraoke weekend at the suicide shackCommunity service and I'm still the MackShocked my finger, spots on my handI been spreading disease all across the landBeautiful air-conditioned, Sitting in the kitchenWishing I was living like a hit manFace down in the guaranteesJaundiced honchos getting' busy with meBecause I get down I get downI get down all the wayYo soy un disco quebradoYo tengo chicle en el cerebro*Sawdust songs of the plaid bartendersWestern Unions of the country westernsSilver foxes looking for romanceIn the chain-smokeKansas flash dance ass pantsAnd you got the hotwax residuesYou never lose in your razor blade shoesStealing pesos out of my brainHazard signs down the Alamo lanesRadar systems piercing the soulsYou never get caught with the wax so rottenAll my days I got the grizzly wordsHijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birdsYo soy un disco quebradoYo tengo chicle en el cerebro*[Girl:] "Who are you?"[Man:] "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm."[Girl:] "Why did you come here?"[Man:] "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe..."
InterprèteBeck
LabelUMI
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