Beck - Cold Brains lyrics
[Beck - Cold Brains lyrics]
Unglued, alone at last no thoughts, no mind
To rot behind a trail of disasters
A final curse abandoned hearse
We ride disowned corroded to the bone
The fields of green are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel a worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse abandoned hearse
We write this song corroded to the bone
A bird of song is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens the drain is drawn
And drained and gone and on and on
It doesn't matter
A final curse abandoned hearse
We write this song corroded to the bone