Beck - Milk Honey lyrics

Don't take your red ribbons off<br>You're about to make a fool of yourself<br>In the aluminum sunset<br>Drinking from a drain<br>I'm a hundred miles behind myself<br><br>Milk and honey<br>Pouring down like money<br>Make a poor boy wanna run<br>Milk and honey<br>Do you wanna love me<br>Under the aluminum sun<br><br>Did you hear those war torn stories<br>Where the lifeguards slept in the streets<br>In the jungle lands<br>With the cold cola cans<br>You'll get the keys to the city for free<br><br>Milk and honey<br>Pouring down like money<br>Bring a poor boy to his knees<br>Milk and honey<br>No it isn't funny<br>Living in a garden of sleaze<br><br>Bangkok athletes in the biosphere<br>Arkansas wet dreams<br>We all disappear<br>Kremlin mistress<br>Rings the buddah chimes<br>She slips me ruffies<br>Receding hairlines<br><br>She's all right...touching my body<br>She's all right...on my computer<br>She's all right...selling me watches<br>She's all right...ring on my finger