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In A Cold Ass Fashion
Beck

Date Added: 2004-12-21 09:28:30

Fly like the eagle
fly like the eagle
fly...
Squeegee
Ah, you got it
When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
you know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
you get whipflash under the bridge
like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
clean my boots and i'm still feelin' homeless
your brother is deader than a phone machine
with a bucket of green piss
and i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag
so load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
do me a favor -- don't stick around
'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown
Let's be doin' it right
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
and the people don't breathe
comin' down in a cold ass fashion
steppin' in the beefsteak
comin' down in a cold ass fashion
and the mayonnaise comes
comin' down in a cold ass fashion
black twinkie
Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
an' it all basically tastes like crap
i can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
i can pick my own nose and put it back in
i can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ
I got options, i got cop shows, i get nauseous
and the sweat is day-glo
went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
gettin' sappy in the back of a train
mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
and your mouth, it smells like hair gel
i love you but you don't know how to spell
where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial
O.g. -- original glue-sniffer
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
and the people don't breathe
comin' down in a cold ass fashion
as you're biting my sandwich
comin' down in a cold ass fashion
smear me sauce [?]
comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[???] donut [?]
Uh, wait...
Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]
[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the
above:]
cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, i just took some acid (?)
[backwards:] [???] up your ass
[backwards:] [???] hot dog
It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
smeared across your boss
you know what i'm sayin'?
you dunno when it's comin'
you know, it's like forty-five horses
runnin' through the graveyard
in yellow panties
that is cold fashion


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