Smash your stars in old fruit jars
The candy-ass glove with the fingers all charred
I'm running ccover
The protein summer
Give him a number and I'll wait outside
Got an infection
Ready for inspection
Low they stoop into the guts that glow
Armor and shield
We blaze through the fields
Might need directions with the devil's peel
Peel
Sanitized
Ripping the surf
Right down to the foul earth
They bathe to the cameras
Lighting their way through the curious patterns
Sucking their breath down their necks
Wishing for a worlds with fresh cigarettes
Now they dig a tiresome grave
Sorcerer frequency
Punks getting shade
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NOTES:
Beck's only played this old gem once in 1994. He notes it being about a "punk rock convention"
APPEARS ON:
Unreleased Material
DATE RECORDED:
November 28th 1994
LENGTH:
1:59
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
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