Beck

put me in a hole in the ground
with the money and the towel
and the women all runnin' around
can't complain about the mess
momma killed the only dress
now she's longin' for the pines
watch my troubles all unwind
drinkin' 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