Mellow Gold Album Lyrics by Beck


Beck Lyrics

Mellow Gold Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Loser

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 flaming' 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 saying'
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
Saving' all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

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 hanging' 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
Falling' on a termite
Who's choking' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(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)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
[Chorus backwards]
(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)
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?
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[Repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby?)
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm saying'?)
*[Translation: "I'm a loser"]

 

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Pay No Mind

Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls
Coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high
Through the garbage-pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
And the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
That's why

 

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F*ckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)


I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping' in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying' on his pillow

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's f*ckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
F*ckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey

Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who's f*ckin' with my head
No no no no
F*ckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey

Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing' me
But all I got's is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping' all over
When I feel your touch
Oh yeah

Ooh...
Ooh...

Put on my jack-eyed boots
Running' wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's f*ckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
F*ckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no

 

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Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997


(One more time..)

I was born in this hotel
Washing' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Trying hard not to think

Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Coming' back from the convalescent home
...Oh...
Staring' at sports cars ... crying'

Rattlesnake on the ceiling'
Gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees

Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn

Lay it on to the dawn

 

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Soul Suckin' Jerk


I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in the bucket
With the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire
In a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter
Like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear

I got lost downtown
Couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share
Her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap
The cops picked up us both
I tried to explain
I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever
Should have burnt my uniform
He said:
'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window
With my shadow on a spoon
Dancing on the roof
Shooting holes in the moon

Get busy, get busy, you know it

I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack

Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand
And I don't understand
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce
And the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy
Cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me
With a butterfly net
Riding on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell

Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms
With the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a birdcage
Flapping my jaw like a pretzel
In the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes
In the ditch no more

And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack

 

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Truckdrivin Neighbors Downstairs (yellow Sweat)

Acid casualty with a reposessed car
Vietnam vet playin' air guitar

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Yeah
Yeah

Whiskey stained buck-toothed backwoods creep
Grizzly bear motherf*cker never goes to sleep

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh, yeah
Yeah

Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh... [etc...]
Mmm... [etc...]

Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growin' hair like a shag rug on a greasy back

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
[Sung under the following:] Oh... [etc...]
Oh, yeah
Come on, Honey, feel the grease
Grease, grease
Come on, Honey, feel the grease
Oh, my goodness
Come on, Honey, feel the grease
Oh yeah
Come on, lay it on me
Bring it down one more time
Come on, Honey...

 

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Sweet Sunshine

Judge me on the inside
With a finger full of gravy
Wanna get you on the sofa,
Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me
Pocket full of blood
And gotcha on a mound
I'm gonna break my face
On the sweet sunshine
Pocket full of blood
Gotcha on a mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
Hollow full of bread
With your husband dreaming'
We are skunk and soul
And I found it on a screaming
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin crime
And the moon gettin' thin
Grab your wine; take me where you been
With the violin time
And the moon gettin' thin
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation
Cause diamond full of salad
And I kill my master nation
Got a bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more

 

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Beercan


Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
To ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women
Throwing plates
Decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight
Out of focus
Much too bright
Coming down
Shiny teeth
Game shows suckers trying to bleed
But I got a drug and I got the bug
And I got something better than love

How you like me now
Pretty good
Going on, feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves
Telephone bills up my sleeves
Choking like a one man dustbowl
Freedom rock slime ball
Talking in code
We went down
Lit up the shack
Grab me a beer out of the sack
Everybody bent over twice
Painting the walls throwing some dice
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
And they were singing like this

Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm hungry now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig

Oh yeah
Scraping off the attitude
Old man eating all my food
Don't be kind
Don't be rude
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose

Oh yeah
My goodness

Fluffy clouds
Jumping rainbows
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad
Jumping rainbows
A soft and snuggly place
[Repeat]
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy

Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm horny now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig

Oh yeah, I like it like that
Oh that is cold
Somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Oh my goodness
Take me down to the depot
Buddy put me down on the bus
Oh yeah
I like it like that
Somebody bring me a plate of sassafras
Hey hey hey
Uh-huh
What's happening'

 

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Steal My Body Home


Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all running' around

Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longing' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinking' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove

On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home

The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean

And if it's only me who's scared
Strap 'em to the electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell

When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop

Lay in to the frying' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire

I took a leap into the fog
Sleeping' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughing' with no mouth

You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
When the devil's your only friend

 

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Nitemare Hippy Girl

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flakey skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit fruity

It's a new age let-down in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style

[Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc...]
She's a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc...]
She's a magical, sparklin' tease
She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze
Yo, she's busting out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playin' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking the time for all that it's worth

 

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Muther F*cker


yo homey don't play that game
hey mr. asshole
what you dirty asshole
sitting in your castle
judging everyone 
you're acting like it's chill
when the deal's getting ill
why don't you break your face or mine

everyone's out to get you motherf*cker
[repeat]

total paranoia
trying to annoy you
everything I do
is to try to f*ck you up
screw chum chewin
the house of spasm 
drunk so long
in this situation

everyone's out to get you motherf*cker
[repeat]

 

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Blackhole


Windy
Windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be
Gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded
Crowded
Open to a waste can
Yellow car
Yellow car
Better be inside there
Wake up
Wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall
Glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy
Little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching
Watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger
Stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him
Lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet
Alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole
Black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you
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Writer: HANSEN, MICH/KRANHOFT, LASSE/JENKINS, OSEI/SHILO, MICHEALA RENEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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