In A Cold Ass Fashion

Beck

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    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

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    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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    Composición: Ernest Di Mauro-Stephenson, Beck Hansen y Willy Sweek

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