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Cyanide Breathmint Lyrics

Beck – Cyanide Breathmint Lyrics

Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
Chew on the grass
I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know i know
It's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling
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Songwriters: Beck Hansen
Cyanide Breathmint lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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