Beck - Tasergun (version 2) lyrics

I got a room down in Hollywood

the rent was cheap,

the street was cool

but there was an old man

who lived right next to me

he was so wretched

he ate up everything

the day I moved in

I got weird feelings

I played my guitar

he hit the ceiling

he ran out into the hall and he yelled

"Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!

watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"

he's on the loose

he's got the juice

like a mad dog with no teeth

he left me notes

said all kinds of things

"you little creepy slob,

why don't you get a job?

why don't you cut your hair?

why don't you get out of here?

why don't you move away?

why don't you just get lost?"

he spent his days

down in adult book stores

bringing home all kinda weirdos

and blasting his TV back at me

so one day I get pissed

we got into a fight

I kicked him in the nuts

he yelled with all his might

"Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!

watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"

you son of a bitch

I think it's startin to itch

he's got the taser gun

(spoken: Mr. Handjob)