Loser so why don you kill me lyrics

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber 'Cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job The daytime crap of the folksinger slop He hung himself with a guitar string Slap the turkey-neck, and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing You can't write if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate And my time is a piece of wax Fallin' on a termite Who's chokin' on the splinters.

Get crazy with the cheeze whiz Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? Drive-by body-pierce.

Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? I can't believe you Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby? Know what I'm sayin'? Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter. Loser Beck. In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey Butane in my veins, so I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill the headlights and put it in neutral Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat Someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Don't believe everything that you breathe You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve So shave your face with some mace in the dark Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park Yo Cut it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber 'Cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job The daytime crap of the folksinger slop He hung himself with a guitar string Slap the turkey-neck, and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing You can't write if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate And my time is a piece of wax Fallin' on a termite Who's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?

Drive-by body-pierce Yo, bring it on down! He tells himself to stop stressing. The stock car he's stock car racing flamed out. It's just a car with a loser at the wheel and it's in the pit crew's control cruise control.

He then changes scenarios or not. His girlfriend is in Reno in the sun you get vitamin D from sunshine. She couch surfs there or has sex with different men for a place to stay. But he's in the "love seat" she loves him.

If he's still talking about his car, then he's saying that the car is in Reno with the sun. A couch is a seat or a row of seats. The Mustang has two rows of seats with a bench seat in the back and bucket seats in front.

He's in the driver's seat. People tell him he shouldn't complain about racing. He's been complaining about being married to the shotgun starter pistol and the clothes he's got a grease stain on his shirt or the mechanic's patch or sponsor's logo.

He's now talking to himself, saying, if you believe everything that comes out of your own mouth everything that you breathe, i. So keep on taking the risks.

Get a close shave with some ace in the dark a racing opponent. Keep being poor on food stamps and burning rubber down in the trail or park the trailer park. But he doesn't win, so he doesn't feel great. He's self-condescending.

He feels like a loser - such a loser that he's got to tell us that in two languages. The second stanza is about different things, that I don't really have a handle on all the way. Here are some thoughts: A phony gas chamber is someone who's full of bull. One's on the pole a woman working a strip club or on her period , shove the other in a bag put a condom on the man.

My time is a piece of wax - My time is making records used to use wax to make LPs, look it up or my time becomes the record. Anyway, he's talking about his music. Falling on a termite. A termite is a reference to a baby boomer. Who's choking on a splinter - who's choking because he can't believe he's hearing this great music from a gen Xer. Get crazy with the cheese, Wiz. Get crazy with the flourishes, wizard.

Drive by body pierce is a drive-by shooting. General Comment This is a great song and it is without coherent logic or grammar, however, everyone saying that Beck is always like this needs to take a long look at "Sea Change" - the lyrics are crystal clear and devestating. ShiNoKissu on September 24, Link. General Comment yeah this is a good song, i think beck is getting better with age. Artists - B. Loser is found on the album Mellow Gold.

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