Beck
Текст песни Electric Music And The Summer People

Out on the highway I'm doin it my way
handing out money of flies making honey
zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
legions of plenty, the pigs on the levee

let's don't be like everyone else
with the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
big black drums beat in the night
running away--that's what I like

breezes are turning, village is burning
convalescents open the presents
wandering children ready and willing
beggars and light-weights hard as the highway

let's don't be like everyone else
with the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
big black drums beat in the night
running away--that's what I like

abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time
sunstroke rivals recycling bibles

let's don't be like everyone else
with the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
big black drums beat in the night
running away--that's what I like