Beck

Tonight the city is full of....radios
And all the distortion pedals are melted
Theres sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling
And the roof is falling down on my brain
Thats why
I got no mind
I got no mind
Got no mind
Somebody burned down the picnic
And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake
And the cliches are gettin eaten up
By the termites with the malt liquor
And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song
Thats why
I play all night
I got no mind
Feel so fine
And the big radio sound is pumping up and down
Jumpin thru the hoops
Making every motion seem like forever
Theres air conditioning and brand new nails
And phone calls from people in chicago
...why
Pay no mind
Got no mind
Stay outside
So turn up the levels
And talk to your devils
And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
Its all the situations and all the celebrations
And all the contaminations that make you
Breed off the carpet
Thats why
I pay no mind
(cough) got no mind
Might need a cough drop
Well theres verses and sounds
Falling like pounds and pounds of