Got No Mind (Version 2)

Jeff Beck

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    Tonight the city is full of....radios
    And all the distortion pedals are melted
    There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling
    And the roof is falling down on my brain
    That's why
    I got no mind
    I got no mind
    Got no mind

    Somebody burned down the picnic
    And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake
    And the cliches are gettin eaten up
    By the termites with the malt liquor
    And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song
    That's why
    I play all night
    I got no mind
    Feel so fine

    And the big radio sound is pumping up and down
    Jumpin thru the hoops
    Making every motion seem like forever
    There's air conditioning and brand new nails
    And phone calls from people in chicago
    ...why
    Pay no mind
    Got no mind
    Stay outside

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    So turn up the levels
    And talk to your devils
    And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
    It's all the situations and all the celebrations
    And all the contaminations that make you
    Breed off the carpet
    That's why
    I pay no mind
    (cough) got no mind
    Might need a cough drop

    Well there's verses and sounds
    Falling like pounds and pounds of
    Sand weights from the heavens
    And she dangles like a bottle
    Talkin thru the steering wheels
    And broken pantyhose
    That's why
    I pay no mind
    Sleep in slime
    Put out cds

    The amplifiers are amplifying
    The things that you never knew
    Could ever be the same as you
    There's wires and plugs
    And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner
    That's why
    I pay no mind
    I pay no mind
    Got no mind

    Your swivel chairs and sunglasses
    And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy
    Turn up the volume and the treble
    And call them all the nasty things that you can
    Stick into your paper
    With your pen
    Shove your pen up into the air
    Write everything and
    Like you just don't care
    But it feels good
    When you pull off the scenery
    And there's puppets and dollar bills
    And there's weight-loss pills
    And there's cherries and there's potato chips
    And the time is runnin low
    And there's nowhere else to go
    So let's go down
    666 up into
    I'm raising all my lows
    And i'm lowering all my disappointments

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