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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Beck
Beck
Вокал
Joey Waronker
Joey Waronker
Барабаны
M. Millius
M. Millius
Скрим
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Beck Hansen
Beck Hansen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Beck
Beck
Продюсер
The Dust Brothers
The Dust Brothers
Продюсер
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

AHHRRRRHHHH! You only got one finger left And it's pointing at the door And your'e taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces And I'm puttin' them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail 'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late Your senses are gone, so don't you hesistate To give yourself a call Letcha' bottom dollars fall Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas Like some seasick man You'll do whatever you please And I'll do whatever I can Titanic, fare thee well My eyes are turning pink Don't call us when the new age Gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To move on up the hill Well there's nothing dead, left to kill Throwin' your two bit cares down the drain Yeah Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Just passin' through Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay DYow! Goin' back to Houston Do the hot dog dance Goin' back to Houston To get me some pants
Writer(s): Beck Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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