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IN A COLD ASS FASHION Sign in or register

 
Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly

Squeegee
Ah you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whiplash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with a buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and I'm still feeling homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I'm trying not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag

So load up the gimmick wagon and get out of town
Do me a favor and don't stick around
Cos my kneecaps are turning slightly brown
Must be doing it right

Coming down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Coming down in a cold ass fashion
Stepping in the beefsteak
Coming down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Coming down in a cold ass fashion
Black Twinkie

Getting all caught up in a taste test
And it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand
Give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze
Drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ
I got options
I got cop shows
I get nauseous and the sweat is Day-Glo
Went to sleep
Woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs and put them in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Getting savvy in the back of a train
Mojo weed wacker cutting space
Hot dogs rotting in the bottom of the suitcase
And your mouth it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothing like the real artificial
O.G.
Original glue sniffer

Coming down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Coming down in a cold ass fashion
There's a butt in my sandwich
Coming down in a cold ass fashion
Smeared with sauce
Coming down in a cold ass fashion
Didn't we eat a donut

Uhh wait
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Scoop some of that shit
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Cyborg up your ass
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Scoop some of that shit
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Giant Hoffy dog
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Scoop some of that shit
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Cyborg up your ass
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Scoop some of that shit
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Giant Hoffy dog
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Cold ass fashion
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Cold ass fashion
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Talking about a cold ass fashion
Squeegee

It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I'm saying
You don't know when it's coming
You know what I'm saying
It's like 45 horses running through the graveyard in yellow panties
That shit is cold
Fashion

NOTES:
B-side from the "Mellow Gold" album.

APPEARS ON:
110 Below - Trip To The Chip Shop Vol. 2
Beck
Jabberjaw No. 2
Jabberjaw No. 5
Jabberjaw: Good To The Last Drop

YEAR RELEASED:
1994

LENGTH:
4:06

OTHER TITLE:
Cold Ass Fashion

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

CO-WRITTEN BY:
Karl Stephenson

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Karl Stephenson

STUDIO:
Karl's House

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals






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