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Beck Midnite Vultures

Kick it We like the, we like the boys with the bullet proof vests We like the girls with the cellophane chests We like the boys with the bullet proof

Don't tell your right hand, baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream

Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Cowloon

Hot milk Mmmm tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping through the poignant

Botox injections Chemical solvents Making midnite movies Contaminated actors Living on a farm Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment Gristling

: I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping Through the poignant

: I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Freaks flock together And make all the b-boys scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn

: Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinking from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself