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Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
Chew on the grass
I know
I know cos they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling
They got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know
I know it's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling

APPEARS ON:
One Foot In The Grave

YEAR RELEASED:
1994

DATE RECORDED:
October 1993, January 1994

LENGTH:
1:37

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Calvin Johnson

STUDIO:
Dub Narcotic Studios

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar






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