Beck - Flavor lyrics

Feel so good about a piece of trash

the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass,

the worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,

white lightnin' and old fruit jar

i get juiced from africa to spain

ghetto blastin' down the lane,

the pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades

dig my grave with a silver spade,

makin' a list, takin requests

ripping the blues out of the your vest

strychnine

hit it with a club, stripmine

you felt the plugs

when you dig up the path, the (?)

beat your fists through the static and noise

cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied..

get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..

{scream}

yeah

Jon Spencer: you got it!

is that good?

Jon Spencer: you got it!!

alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?

Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!

you want me to do one more?

Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!

you got the flavor

Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!

you got the flavor!