BeckSend A Message To Her

Get up son hit you head like a drum Weeds are all grown in vain Too much time I got too much time Living in a waste of space Take yourself don't break yourself Its all gonna be ok Get used to it don't lose your head Its all gonna be the same She knows send a message to her She knows get a message to her Kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head Face it down don't turn it around Unless you wanna be where you been Take yourself don't break yourself Its all gonna be ok Get used to it don't lose your head Its all gonna be the same She knows send a massage to her She knows get a massage to her Spell out her name in cigarettes and knives tryin to see her Get her a massage on a dirty window tryin to see her I've been stripping the days off the sidewark and pavement The walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending Day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid Something to believe Something to believe
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