BECK - "cyanide breath mint" Tablature

From: BobaVader@aol.com
Date: Tue, 21 Nov 1995 18:07:49 -0500
Subject: cyanide breath mint(beck) lyrics

Cyanide Breath Mint -- Beck (From: One Foot In The Grave)

Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinkin' fire

Goin' down to the sea
They've got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Lookin' out for themselves

When they ask you credit
You give them a branch
When they want to get it
You chew on the grass

I know, I know
'Cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon
Riding the scape goat
Burning equipment
Decomposing

Cool of your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling
They've got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap up 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