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Beck Stereopathetic Soul Manure

It's august 6th, 1982. And uh, we were jammin' over at the house. My pants caught on fire. We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken. And uh

There's a dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long as

It's, uh, november 6th, 1945, and we... ...went up to, and uh, back to the house and watched mtv... ...and playin' pac-man. It's all really gross and

Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me

I was in a rock video So I went and joined the band And I went out on tour And I smoked a lot of heroin And I passed out in manure I made out with the

Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse And I don't mind bein' afraid And the kids drinkin' in the park Tell me where the money goes Late at night and

I got a room down in Hollywood Rent was cheap, it was this rooming house There was an old man who lived in the room next to me We shared a bathroom in