E-Pro

Beck - E-Pro
See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troublesll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off but look where youre aiming
Dont forget to pick up what you sow
Talkin trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
See me kickin the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handin out a confection of venom
Heavens drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see its a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
I wont give up that ghost
Its sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
Theres too much left to taste thats bitter
I wont give up that ghost
Its sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
Theres too much left to taste thats bitter
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
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