paroles de chanson E-Pro (visual mix) - Beck

See me comin' to town with my soul
Scrape down at the bump of my fingers
Holdin' over the devil I know
All my troubles just hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and?? to the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin'
Don't forget to pick up what you saw
Talkin' trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
See me kickin' the dog with my boots
Broke down at a ditch of old rubbish
I won't give up that ghost
Snakes invoked at the back of your room
Handin' out a confection of venom
Heaven's drawn the poison you use
Thunderbolts in the eyes of a gambler
Now I seem to come to you
Hammer my bones in the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way theses tongues are twisted
The good in us all we know
It's too much left to taste that bitter
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way theses tongues are twisted
The good in us all we know
It's too much left to taste that bitter
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na