I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues

Well the beans have been baking
Upon the camel’s hump
Like a voodoo curse
In an old lady’s purse
Confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues (x2)

I woke up on the futon

Special people all the time
Special people on my mind
Special people burnin’ white
Special people gettin’ all uptight
Special people kiss my soul
Special people take control
Special people lick the ground
Special people run up and down
Special people squeeze the breeze
Special people slash their knees
Special people soak up fire
Special people climbin’ higher

Put my bony fingers on my sliding coffin
Drag upon the rag
It's a thing we gotta do
Kill my inspiration
Drowning in your Stationwagon

Pushing like a fishing pole
And just to spread the leg on the cracker
And the magic chicken claw

You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent

This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak

Devils haircut single
...a story I wanna pass on to you that I think is...has meant a lot to me.
He said, "ed, you have no control over the past. it’s a canceled check.
You have no control over the future because you don’t know
What’s going to happen. your maximum point of power is now!"

None-a that trouble...all my days
None-a that trouble...all my days

Talkin’ a lotta shit...got a lotta shit on my mind
Got some bad feelings on me
(mumble)
Fast, fast people comin’ to my house
Tellin’ me things that I already know
Some bad shit
Don’t wanna touch it
It’s like a big empty city full of toasters
Bad energy

(background voice)
Hey, I know who you are,
But you don’t know me...hahaha!
Yea, yea, yea I know that

You been a talkin’ now, you been a rockin’ now
You been a guessin’ now, you been undressin’ now
You goin’ up and down, you got a super sound
You got a lotta cow, stuck a shiny steak on me now

You been aduckin’ down, you been a fuckin’ round
You been aridin’ now, you been decidin’ now

[female voice: I’m totally fucked up. i can barely speak. I’m totally fucked up.
They gave me so many drugs. but, uh...i’m gonna be here...

[beck speaks]alright, what we’re talkin about here is...is kind of a...it’s a heartland
Feeling...like, uh, mellencamp, you know, kind of a mellen feeling. ok, what you

bless the scepter

the genius too

shit the eagle
don't be cruel

my little sunchild

my blinding sun

stab my power

with everyone

supergolden black sunchild

slice the mango

the drooling fool

flare the nostril

feeling cool

sweating in the meadow of fate

scratch me gently

burning flame

supergolden black sunchild

My soul’s suckin dry
My soul’s been sucked dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
With my soul sucked dry
Oh, my soul’s suckin’ dry

Famine in my head (? ? )
My soul’s suckin dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me

She is gettin’ flaky
Doesn’t wanna take me
She’s a special lady
Gonna shake and bake me

Feelings, I have so many feelings
And I know that I’m dealing
I’m dealing with all these feelings
Feelings--oh, feelings
Lord, I have so many feelings
And I know that I’m dealing
I’m dealing with all these feelings
I’m feeling all of these feelings

tell my baby I'm gettin' home now

tell my baby I'm gettin' home

she don't need me
I don't need me

who's gonna need me?

someone's cryin', somone's changin'

someone's stayin' just the same

she don't live here

I don't live here

who's gonna live here?

tell my baby I'm gettin' home now

tell my baby I'm gettin' home

she doesn't need me

I don't need me

when I was born, lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man

but to them there was no kindness

and so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket

made a whole lotta racket
couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick

oh, when that aeroplane comes with the Lord

will I be ignored

will I be ignored by the Lord

will I be ignored

Fuckin' on my, fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Oh! And I won't, and I tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel... oh!
I wanna think, I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock 'n roll
My rack 'n roll
I got the soul
I got the soul
Got the soul
You got the soul
She got the soul
She rock 'n roll

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Ten foot man, makin my lunch
You'll never understand I want you so much

And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Screamin in my face, whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase, with the can of beer

walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge

empty and cold, burnin' a light bulb

outside (???)

right now

get down

right now

people gettin' busy

right now

get down

right now

people gettin' busy

aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah

the man gave me a ticket

when I tried to kick it

breathin' on my biscuit

kissin' my finger

car alarm is goin'