Beck - Readymade lyrics

[Beck - Readymade lyrics]

An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up, back down
Stuck together like a ready made
And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are running thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a ready made

And my bags are waiting in the next life

Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a ready made

And my bags are waiting in the next life

An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up, back down


Stuck together like a ready made

And my bags are waiting in the next life

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