Beck E-Pro

5 March 2008
1 Revision
Correct this lyric

See me comin' to town with my souls
Straight down at the world of my fingers
Holdin' over the devil I know
Hold my troubles and hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and the knife to the bone
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin'
Don't forget to pick up what you saw
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' at the top with my boots
Broke down in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones at the back of your room
Handin' out a confection of venom
Heaven's drawn the poison you use
Thunderbolts in the eyes of a gambler
Now I seem to come to you
Hammer my bones in 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 won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter

I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way, these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's 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