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Buried alive
There is nowhere to drive
These roads are infested with blessings
Walking the planks
The bloodshot banks
Tipping their hats to the lily white hags

That's got nothing to do with you
Pointing a derelict finger at you
Pulling out electric chairs under you
Nowhere to hide your disappointment

Blind as a brain
Soaking up pain
The paying of dues of the snoozing mirage
The hazard lights
The sweet parasites
Hiding the soul of the (???)

That's got nothing to do with you
Pointing a derelict finger at you
Pulling out electric chairs under you
Nowhere to hide your disappointment

So don't be afraid
The piper's been cremated
Carries a tune that is withering
The paralyzed ghost burning the toast
Handing out eviction notices
I don't

That's got nothing to do with you
Pointing a derelict finger at you
Pulling out electric chairs under you
Nowhere to hide your disgust

NOTES:
Originally meant for the 2nd K Record which was never finished.

APPEARS ON:
K Records 2
Unreleased Material

LENGTH:
2:02

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

 
Buried alive
Is there nowhere to drive
These roads are infested with blessings
Bloodshot banks
Walking the planks
Tipping their hats to the shriveling hags

That's got nothing to do with you
Pointing a derelict finger at you
Pulling out electric chairs under you
Nowhere to hide your disappointment

Blind as a brain
Soaking in pain
Paying of dues of the snoozing mirage
The hazard lights
The sweet parasites
Drive us like hijackers over the wind

And that's got nothing to do with you
Pointing a derelict finger at you
Pulling out electric chairs under you
Nowhere to hide your disappointment

So don't be afraid
The piper's been cremated
Carries a tune that is withering
A bloodshot ghost
Burning the toast
Handing out eviction notices
I don't

And that's got nothing to do with you
Pointing a derelict finger at you
Pulling out electric chairs under you
Nowhere to hide your disappointment

NOTES:
Live version.

DATE RECORDED:
March 18th 1996

LENGTH:
2:21

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica






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