Beck - Crystal Clear текст песни

Plastic donut, can of spam

Theres no kindness in this land

Better not let my good gal catch you here

Shes gettin all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer

Coffee clothing pasted on

Clean my gravestone when Im gone

And you better not let my good gal catch you here

Shes got a whole pile of things you dont wanna hear

Hitch my horse up to the town

I got my toenails painted brown

And you better not let my good gal catch you here

Shell cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag

Throw my baby, dont let her sag

Ya better not let my good gal catch you here

Shes getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer