Beck - Crystal Clear (Beer) lyrics

Plastic donut, can of spam

There's no kindness in this land

Better not let my good girl catch you here

She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer

Coffee clothing pasted on

Clean my gravestone when I'm gone

And you better not let my good girl catch you here

She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear

Hitch my horse up to the town

Got my toenails painted brown

And you better not let my good girl catch you here

She'll cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag

Throw my baby, don't let her sag

But you better not let my good girl catch you here