Corvette Bummer - Beck

All my days I had moldy bread

Robot brains and the flying airplanes

Hollowed out, and filled with dust

Rocking like a hurricane under the rug

Bored to the core on a sunken boat

A worn out candle and a plastic coat

A ziploc bag, a pelican bone

A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject

Overfed, electric comatose

Riding in the air, invisible socks

A broken blanket, flaming sawdust

Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt

Gonna fly like a dog

Gonna leap right out the wall

Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey

Gonna run like a bird

Gonna roll out in the dirt

Gonna run around this town with a phone machine

Yellow cat laying flat on the road

Molten lead shooting out the ground

Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge

Flap your wings and leap out the window

Put a glass eye in the eyes of God

Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake

Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit

Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before

Gonna jump like a flag

Gonna burn like a pig

Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor

Gonna crawl like a rock

Gonna dance like a worm

Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks

Fly like a squirrel

Gonna swim like a chicken

Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon

Gonna melt like a weasel

Gonna fry like a kid

Gonna get my walkie talkie and some mustard and some mayonnaise

And a mermaid and some macaroni, bricks

And some telephone wires and phone machines

And a