I'm a strapped-in loner
Eyes heeding that shame
You never shake my hand
You never know my name
A crack house cooling
Just chewing the floor
I pass out cold and I go look for some more
I got all kinds of devices I'm gonna detonate
Got a .45 magazine
Rags in gasoline
Phone booth
Gold tooth
A pigeon wing
Got bazookas
Hand grenades
Firebomb weddings
Spray down parades
I used to work in an office on the outskirts of town
Routine the grindstone grinding me down
So I picked up a filing cabinet and threw it at my boss
And then I took him outside and hung him on a cross
And then I kept walking on down the road
Well fourteen uzis later and a bottle of rum
Cigarette lighter and a live chicken
Got into all kinds of mischief
Some kinds I won't tell
I did all kinds of things
Well I went into the peekaboo hut
To watch the lady have sex with a mutt
And then uh
Then I
Then I had a demolition derby with some shopping carts
And I killed every pop star in the top-twenty charts
I like to hijack people
I like to jump through movie screens at the best part
I was reading that hardcore magazine
"101 Erotic Things To Do With Bologna"
Then I went home
And I painted the TV screen on the old black and white TV
And uhh
I painted a picture on it and I watched it all night long
I ate a live dog and I buried his bones
And then I carved out a tombstone
I got shell casings in the freezer
A money belt in the drawer
I stole some blank checks
And I used them down at the comic book store
I read a lot of comic books
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APPEARS ON:
Banjo Story
LENGTH:
4:26
OTHER TITLE:
Talkin' Demolition Expert
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Beck Hansen
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion
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