Beck – Hotwax (Guitar)

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It takes a backwashed man to sing a backwashed song

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Like a frying pan when the fire's gone

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Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the

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Grass and my radio's smashed

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And I like pianos in the evening sun

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Dragging my heels 'til my day is done

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Saturday night in the captain's clothes

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Tin horns blowing with my jewelry froze

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Yo soy un disco quebrado

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Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro

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I can't believe my way-back-when

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My Cadillac pants going much too fast

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Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack

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Community service, and I'm still 'The Mack'

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Shocked my finger, spots on my hand

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I been spreading disease all across the land

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Beautiful, air-conditioned

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Sitting in the kitchen wishing I was livin' like a hitman

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Face down in the guarantees

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Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with ease

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Because I get down, I get down, I get down all the way

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Yo soy un disco quebrado

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Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro

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Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders

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Western unions of the country westerns

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Silver foxes looking for romance

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In their chainsmoke Kansas flashdance ass-pants

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And you've got the hotwax residues

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You never lose in your razorblade shoes

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Stealing pesos out of my brain

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Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes

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Radar systems piercing their souls

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You never get caught with the wax so rotten

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All my days I got the grizzly words

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Hijacked flavors that are flipping like birds

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Yo soy un disco quebrado

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Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro

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Who are you I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm

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Why did you come here

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I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe