1. LOSER

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshy)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)


2. PAY NO MIND (SNOOZER)

(this is song two on the album
this is the album right here
burn the album)

Tonight the city is full of morgues
and all the toilets are overflowing
there's shopping malls coming out of the walls
as we walk out among the manure

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
as he's dancing upon your paycheck
the sales climb high through the garbage-pail sky
like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why
I pay no mind
sleep in slime
I just got signed

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
get out your ten-foot flags
the insects are huge and the poison's all been used
and the drugs won't kill your day job...honey

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

That's why
i pay no mind [x7]
(note: on the vinyl version of "Pay No Mind" the lead-in is simply Beck counting. And there's an extra verse which goes:

Somebody burned down the picnic
Someone kissed their own ass by mistake
The cliches are turning into people
With the greeting cards glued to their face


3. FUCKIN' WITH MY HEAD (MOUNTAIN DEW ROCK)

I ain't got no inclination
give away my sweet sensation
sleepin in an old toolshed
scumbag cryin' on his pillow

When you wanna be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey
fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey

Found myself in New Orleans
with a scarecrow in my jeans
beat my forehead through the ceilin'
drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah

When you want to be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
no no no no
fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey

Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread
well, you turn my body into a crutch
and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah
Oooh...
Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots
runnin' wild on the bayou
now talkin' on a walkie-talkie
credit card glued to my hand...feels good

When you wanna be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey
no no no no
fuckin' with my head
make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no


4. WHISKEYCLONE, HOTEL CITY 1997

(one more time..)

I was born in this hotel
washin' dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
tryin hard not to think

Lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
comin' back from the convalescent home...oh...
starin' at sports cars...................................cryin'

Rattlesnake on the ceilin'
gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
with the ocean and the bees

[chorus]

Lay it on to the dawn [x3]


5. SOUL SUCKIN' JERK

I got a job making money for the man
throwing chicken in the bucket with the
soda pop can puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
running through the mini mall in my underwear

I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home
sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both
I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform
he said 'too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon

Get busy, get busy, you know it

I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack

Standing right here with a beer in my hand
and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
whistlin dixie with the dixie cup filled
with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
big fat fingers pointing into my face
telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
and she's coming after me with a butterfly net
ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell
black cat wrapped in the road map to hell

Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw
like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall
so give me what I got to get so I can go
cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more

And I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack


6. TRUCKDRIVIN' NEIGHBORS DOWNSTAIRS (YELLOW SWEAT)

(The opening part is a bit confusing. From what I can tell, there are
two guys yelling at a third guy who's in another room.)

Neighbor 1: Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!
Neighbor 2: You lousy puke!
Neighbor 3: Fuck you!
Neighbor 2: Why don't you call your mommy?
Neighbor 3: You're a fucking drunk.
Neighbor 2: Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk...
Neighbor 1: Come on, motherfucker.
Neighbor 2: ...but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself.

Acid casualty with a reposessed car
vietnam vet playin' air guitar

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin'
truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs
yeah...yeah

Whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creep
grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep

[chorus]
Oh, yeah...yeah

Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette

[chorus]
Oh
oh, my goodness
oh... [etc.]
mmm... [etc.]

Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
growin' hair like a shag rug on his greasy back

[chorus]
Oh my goodness
oh my goodness

Oh, yeah
come on, honey, feel the grease
grease, grease
come on, honey, feel the grease
oh, my goodness
come on, honey, feel the grease
oh yeah
come on, lay it on me
bring it down one more time
come on, honey...


7. SWEET SUNSHINE

Judge me on the inside with a finger full of famine (family?)
wanna get you on the sofa later; wanna shake and bake me?

Bucket full of blood
got you on my mind
gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
bucket full of blood
got you on my mind
gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

Bottle full of bread with a hall's wind screamin
we are strong and soul and a ???

Grab your wine, tell me where you been
with the violin time and the moon gettin' thin
grab your wine, take me where you been
with the violin time and the moon gettin' thin

I wanna climb up on the wall
I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball
I wanna climb up on the wall
I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball

Lay onto the dawn and of your plentiful sensation
cause the time is full of sound
and I killed my last relation

Got a bucket full of blood
got you on my mind
gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
got a bucket full of blood
got you on my mind
gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more


8. BEERCAN

Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
to ditch myself and get outside
dancing women
throwing plates
decapitating their laughing dates
swirling chickens caught in flight
out of focus
much too bright
coming down
shiny teeth
game show suckers trying to bleed
but I got a drug and I got the bug
and I got something better than love

How you like me now
pretty good
going on,feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves
telephone bills up my sleeves
choking like a one man dustbowl
freedom rock slimeball
talking in code
we went down
lit up the shack
grab me a beer out of the sack
everybody bent over twice
painting the walls throwing some dice
leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
and they were singing like this

Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
put my soul between a bun
now I'm hungry now I'm drunk
now I'm running like a flaming pig

Oh yeah
scraping off the attitude
old man eating all my food
don't be kind
don't be rude
just shake your boots and let it all get loose

Oh yeah
my goodness

Fluffy clouds
jumping rainbows
fluffy clouds
I'm sad
jumping rainbows
a soft and snuggly place
[repeat]
fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy

Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
put my soul between a bun
now I'm horny now I'm drunk
now I'm running like a flaming pig

Oh yeah, I like it like that
oh that is cold
somebody put a flame-thrower on that
oh my goodness
take me down to the depot
buddy put me down on the bus
oh yeah
I like it like that
somebody bring me a plate of sassafrass
hey hey hey
uh-huh
what's happenin'


9. STEAL MY BODY HOME

Put me in a hole in the ground
with the money and the towel
and the women all runnin' around

Can't complain about the mess
momma killed the only dress
now she's longin' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
drinkin' gasoline and wine
catch a chill off the stove

On the train they cannot feel
lost my head beneath the wheel
now she steals my body home

The trees are fake, the air is dead
the birds are stuffed with poison lead
and the ground is much too clean

And if it's only me who's scared
strap 'em to the electric chairs
ring the moon like a broken bell

When she drags you from the hill
daddy's gonna burn down the still
we can watch it from the rooftop

Lay in to the fryin' pan
now she kisses her own hand
with the fiddle on the fire

I took a leap into the fog
sleepin' on a hollow log
now I'm coughin' with no mouth

You can keep yourself inside
but you know you cannot lie
when the devil's your only friend


10. NITEMARE HIPPY GIRL

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
she's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare hippy girl
with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
she's a whimsical, tragical beauty
self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age let-down in my face
she's so spaced out and there ain't no space
she's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style

She's a nightmare hippy girl
with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
she's a whimsical, tragical beauty
uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

She's a magical, sparklin' tease
she's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze
yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene
with nightmare bogus poetry
she's a melted avocado on the shelf
she's the science of herself
she's spazzing out on a cosmic level
and she's meditating with the devil
she's cooking salad for breakfast
she's got tofu the size of Texas
she's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
she's a frolicking depression
she's a self-inflicted obsession
she's got a thousand lonely husbands
she's playin' footsie in another dimension
she's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worth


11. MUTHERFUKKER

Yo, homey don't play like that
[???] shit

Hey, mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle
sitting in your castle, judging everyone
you're actin'like it's chill
when the deal's gettin' ill
why don't you break your face on my head?

Everyone's out to get you, motherfuker [x4]

Total paranoia, tryin' to annoy you
everything I do is to try to fuck you up
screw chum chewin [?]
the house of spasm [?]
trucks drove on the situation, dude [?]

Everyone's out to get you, motherfucker [x8]


12. BLACKHOLE

Windy, windy
looking for a better home
got me, got me
runnin' out of lightbulbs
cloudy, cloudy
open to a wastecan
yellow car, yellow car
better be inside there

Wake up, wake up
nothin's gonna harm you
glass wall, glass wall
standin' on the furniture
little boy, little boy
layin' on a sleeping bag
watching, watching
through the cracks of his eyelids

Stranger, stranger
feeling on a broken stone (???)
lost him, lost him
standin' on the orange chairs
alphabet, alphabet
can't afford a telephone
black hole, black hole
nothin's gonna harm you