Deadweight — текст песни (Beck)

On a highway unpaved going my way

Youre so alone today

Like a ghost town Ive found

Theres no relief, no salt in the sea

Is it true what they say

You cant behave

You gamble your soul away

Measuring your dreams of this life seems

Like the gristle of loneliness



Dont let the sun catch ya crying

Dont let the sun catch ya crying



Like an nice age nice days

On your way sipping the golden dregs

On a rip tide freaks ride

Sleep inside a parasites appetite

Oh say cant ya see the chemistry

The parasites, the cleanup fee

Death leather hands recycled cans

Get well cards to the hostage vans



Dont let the sun catch ya crying

Dont let the sun catch ya crying



Youre a deadweight right straight

On your way sunk in the midnight shade

Skies burn eyes turn

Learning to counterfeit their disease

In this town where we roam

We bluff our souls on canteen patios

Drink the greatest draft

The music drags the music drags the music drags...



Dont let the sun catch ya crying

Dont let the sun catch ya crying