Beck - Sissyneck lyrics

I don`t need no wheels

I don`t need no gasoline

`Cause the wind that is blowing

Is blowing like a smoke machine

If I said to you

That I was looking for a place to get to

`Cause my neck is broken

And my pants ain`t getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol` boys

I`m writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

All my friends

Tell me something is getting together

I got a beard that would disappear

If I`m dressed in leather

Now let me tell you about my baby

She was born in Arizona

Sitting in the jailhouse

Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol` boys

I`m writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

Matchsticks strike

When I`m riding my bike to the depot

`Cause everybody knows my name

At the recreation center

If I could only find a nickel

I would pay myself off tonight

`Cause nobody knows

When he good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol` boys

I`m writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol` boys

I`m writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

Don`t talk to me

If you`re looking for somebody to cry on

Don`t talk to me

If you`re looking for somebody to cry on

[scream] Ahhhowwww!!