beck - golden age - clap hands - one foot in the grave - emergency exit #

LYRICS
Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead

These days I barely get by
I don't even try

It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There's distant lights
Here they're far and few
The sun don't shine
Even when its day
You drive all night
Just to feel like you're ok

These days I barely get by
I don't even try

Clap hands [x4]

I'll clap my hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early morning
I'll strip your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me

Clap hands [x4]

I'll drive to Toronto, don't tell the mermaids where I'm going
I'll save that dollar bill, then spend a dollar before the bombs'll kill me
I'll say death to disco take my shirt off swim to Mexico
Then after that, don't even ask

Clap hands [x4]

Theres a hobo with a patio
Old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Roll out the carpet and it better be red
Better be long cause the troubles in my head
Gonna be living one foot in the grave

14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
Landlord living inside my head
Paid my lights till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign coming up the road
Dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
Threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Gonna be living one foot in the grave

Clap hands [x4]