Tekstovi: Beck. Modern Guilt. Gamma Ray.

Trying to hold, hold out for now
But with these ice caps melting down
With the transistor sound
And my Chevrolet Terra plane
Going 'round, 'round, 'round

Come a little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
Your brains are bored like a refugee
From the houses burning
And the heatwave's calling your name

She's got on a cactus crown
With a dot, dot, dot on her brow
And she speaks inside crowd
With the cavalry turning around

Hit me like a gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
And I'm pulling out thorns
Smokestack lightning out my window
I want to know what I've lost today

Come a little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
When your body's bored like a refugee
From the houses burning
And the backbiters calling your name