Beck

Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da
I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Aint it hard, aint it hard
To want somebody who doesnt want you
And Ive been waiting for a year or a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
cause I got no mind to go or to stay
Or be left behind
Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river, infidels shiver
In the stench of belief
And tell my momma Im a hundred years late
Im over the rails and outta the race
The crippled psalms of an age that wont thaw
Are ringing in my ears
Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower