Beck
Текст песни Outcome

seventeen years in the city
static clinging to the ceiling
never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)
never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

bright cops and cheerleaders
eyebrows painted on their heads
a mouthfull of rotting cavities
drinking coca-cola in the street

never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than i expected)
never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

shot in the leg
shot in the leg
my leg is a bone
nobody home
my hand is a wire
the skies are fire
the drums are beating
pistols and jeans
left for dead
left for dead
left for dead
dead as a fly