Dead Man With No Heart
Dead man with no eyes
Won't you look at me tonight
Tell me will I look good
With my pants on so tight
Watch me die
Watch me die

Dead man with no heart
Would you love me still
Put me in your helicopter
And give me some weight loss pills
Watch me die
Teach me how to cry

Dead man with no stomach
Won't you chew up all my food
Spit it in my face
'Cause it don't taste so good
Watch me die
Let me ride

Dead man with no feet
Won't you run to the liquor store
We're running out of caskets
Won't you run and get some more
Watch me die

Dead man, I ain't got no credit
Won't you put me in the cashmachine
Swim around in the dollar bills
Look out, I'm turning green
Watch me die (fry)
Watch me fry (die)

Dead Melodies
where will you go
when this day is over
a gambler's purse
lays on the road
straight to your door
snakes have gone crazy tonight
winding their way out of sight

a laugh, a joke
a sentiment wasted
seasons of strangers
they've come and gone
doldrums are pounding,
cheapskates are clowning this town
who could disown themselves now

engineer, slow down this old train
cinders and chaff
laugh at the moon
night birds will cackle
rotting like apples on trees
sending their dead melodies...to me

Deadweight
On a highway
unpaved
going my way
you're so alone today
like a ghost town I've found
there's no relief, no salt in the sea
is it true what they say
you can't behave
you gamble your soul away
measuring your dreams of this life seems
like the gristle of loneliness

don't let the sun catch you crying
don't let the sun catch you crying

Like an ice age, nice days
on your way sipping the golden dregs
on a rip tide freaks ride
sleep inside a parasite's appetite
oh say can't ya see the chemistry
the parasites, the cleanup fee
death leather hands recycled cans
get well cards to the hostage vans

don't let the sun catch you crying
don't let the sun catch you crying

You're a deadweight, ride straight
on your way sunk in the midnight shade
skies burn eyes turn
learning to counterfeit their disease
in this town where we roam
we bluff our souls on canteen patios
drink the greatest draft
the music drags, the music drags, the music drags...

don't let the sun catch you crying
don't let the sun catch you crying

Death Is Comin to Get Me (KCRW version)
death is comin to get you, it's mighty plain to see
with a hand full of cocaine and a long white limousine
he's got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves
suckin all the air up til there's nothin left to breathe

he don't care you're not ready, he don't care if you're not dressed
you beg, he won't listen, you can't bribe him with blank checks
cuz he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name
and he's comin to your house when you're watchin a football game

well he's pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight
and his eyes are goin blind and his hair is turnin white
he's crawlin up the stairs with the can of mace
he's breakin' all the windows with your neighbor's face

he sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees
he fills up the room with fashion and disease...well
he breaks- smashes the tv, decapitates your mom
raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn

throws frisbees in your records, pours blood on the walls
uses your telephone to make long-distance calls
he's laughin at your diary, he's pukin on your suits
he's dancin on your forehead in your hikin boots

he's crawlin up the chimney, he's fallin through the roof
he ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze
he's coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
he's sendin back all the bills that you've thought you paid

he's got eveything you own out on the patio
and he's givin it away to people you don't even know
well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed
you're mutilated, molested and unemployed

Death Is Comin to Get Me (Fresh Meat and Old Slabs version)
Eternal nothingness
I offer myself, so you can cast
Your inscrutable dear silence upon me
Oh lustrous home, symbol of the greater glory
Of absence, darkness and mystery
Beyond the realm of human thought
Let me ask for your grace and forgiveness
In the knowledge that I will serve you
All the days of my meaningless life

Death is coming to get you
It's mighty plain to see
With a handful of cocaine
And a long white limousine
He's got rings on his fingers
And his knives on his sleeve
Sucking all the air out
'Til there's nothing left to breathe
Well, he's looking in the phone book
For you number and your name
And he's coming to your house
While you're watching a football game
He's pulling up the driveway
With the windows rolled up tight
And the eyes going blind
And your hair is turning white
When he's crawling up the stairs
With a can of mace
And he's breaking all the windows
With your neighbor's face
He sets your clothes on fire
And brings you to your knees
He's filling up the rooms
With jesters and disease
He smashes the TV
Decapitates your mom
Raids the refrigerator
Throws vermin on the lawn
Plays frisbee with your records
Pours blood on the walls
Uses your telephone
To make long distance calls
He's laughing at your diary
He's puking on your suits
He's dancing on your forehead
In your hiking boots
He's climbing up the chimney
He's falling through the roof
He ties you up with snakes
And takes your drugs and booze
He's sending back
All of the bills that you paid
Covers you with bacon
And fills your mouth with Raid
He's got everything you own
Out on the patio
And he's giving it away
To people you don't know
But you don't even care
Your mind has been destroyed
And this is the kind of stupid song
You write when you're unemployed

Debra
i met you
at JC Penney
i think your nametag
said "Jenny"
i coldstep to you
with a fresh pack of gum
somehow i knew
you were lookin' for some
like a fruit that's ripe for a pickin'
i wanna do you like that Zankou Chicken
'cos only you've got a thing
that i just got to get with
i just got to get with you
and you know what we're gonna do

i wanna get with you
and your sister
i think her name's Debra

i wanna get with you
and your sister
i think her name's Debra

i pick you up late at night after work
i said "lady, step inside my Hyundai"
i'm gonna take you up to Glendale
gonna take you for a real good meal
cos when our eyes did meet
girl you know i was packin' heat
ain't no use in wastin' no time gettin' to know each other
cos only you got a thing
that i just got to get with

i wanna get with you
and your sister
i think her name's Debra

i wanna get with you
and your sister
i think her name's Debra

lovely lady
girl you drive me crazy

Derelict
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Shooting venom at the passers-by
Hijackers tie the heavens down
I put my eyes in a paper bag
I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Devil Got My Woman
NOTES: A cover of the classic Skip James tune, Beck has performed this on his 1995 appearance on KCRW's "Morning Becomes Eclectic", and 2000's "This Ain't No Picnic" Show. It also appears on 1997's "Jack-Ass" single.
must of been the devil
believe that woman has gone mad
must of been the devil
believe that woman has gone mad
nothin' but the devil
change my baby's mind
nothing but the devil
change my baby's mind

laid down last night
laid down last night
laid there last night
and tried to take my rest
my mind got to ramblin'
like wild geese from the west

must of been the devil
believe that woman has gone mad
must of been the devil
believe that woman has gone mad
woman i love
woman i love..took off with my best friend
woman i love..took off with my best friend

Devil's Haircut
Something's wrong cause my mind is fadin'
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting,
Temperature's dropping at the rottin' oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees
Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline,
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes whippin' out of the sockets

Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind

Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitchin' a ride with the bleedin' noses
Comin' to town with the briefcase blues

Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind

Somethin' wrong cause my mind is fading
Ghetto blastin' disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying?
Everywhere I look there's a devil in waiting.

Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind

Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind
Got a devils haircut in my mind

Diamond Bollocks
looking back at some dead world
that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
dazzlements of accidents
rejoice their doom
hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms

girl you dream infections
from a nauseous heart
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards

hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile of revery
a tearful gaze turns away
emoting cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness

looking back at some dead world
that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
terrorist confections look so out of place

looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...

Diamond Dogs
as they pulled you out of the oxygen tent, you asked for the latest party
with your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
dressed like a priest, you was
Tod Browning's freak, you was
crawling down on your hands and your knees
i'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
the diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
hunt you to the ground, they will, mannequins with kill appeal

here they come
i'll keep a friend serene
here they come
oh baby, come on to me
here they come
well she's come and been gone
come out of the garden baby, you'll catch your death in the fog
the girls call them the Diamond Dogs

in the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
just another future song, lonely little kitsch
there's gonna be sorrow, try and wake up for tomorrow
Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
the elevator's broke so he slides down a rope
onto the street below, oh Tarzan, go man go

here they come
i'll keep a friend serene
here they come
oh baby come on to me
here they come
well she's come and been gone
come out of the garden baby, you'll catch your death in the fog
the girls call them the Diamond Dogs
the girls call them the Diamond Dogs

call them the Diamond Dogs
call them the Diamond Dogs
call them the Diamond Dogs, Dogs
call them the Diamond Dogs, Dogs
call them the Diamond Dogs, Dogs

Diamond in the Sleaze
a diamond in the sleaze
down on bended knees
a thousand grizzled nerves
hangin' loose at the end
it's later than you think
it's gone before you blink
out of the crosshairs and into the crowd

do you want to see me suffering?
do you want to see me suffering?
how could you let a good thing go?
how could you let a good thing go?

a lion in the cage
shakes his golden mane
he doesn't care who notices where he's gonna lie
you came to beg a meal, you're older than you feel
keyboard of your memory is comin' apart

it's a weight upon my shoulder
it's a weight upon my shoulder
how could you let a good thing go?
how could you let a good thing go?
i won't ever let you go
i won't ever let you go

the doctor takes a rest
inside a hornets nest
polaroids of patients
who refuse to be cured
a life lived under glass
stolen cadillacs
can you hear the saxophones peelin' the paint

do you want to see me suffering?
do you want to see me suffering?
how could you let a good thing go?
how could you let a good thing go?
i won't ever let you go
i won't ever let you go
i won't ever let you go
i won't ever let you go

Diskobox
([Gotta get it)
([Gotta] get it)
(Yeeah-OH!)
(Yeeah-OH!)
(Plastic classic)

Can't forget my [bestial] [???]
Close electric telephone [phones]

Ballin like hordes!
About the Shout!

Nasty distortion, [out on my road-jump]
All my friends gout [biscuit/sixties] soul
Rockin the plastic
Takin the [no no / robo]
Rough as a river
Cowboy nowboy
[Biscuit / Risk it] [tripper] hittin the wicked

Man with soul, above the road
Takin' it back for the finger-point crowd

Ooh, [gotta] get it, plastic classic
Totem] [poles] in the briefcase shows

Diskobox, [so] action!
Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect
*(Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect)*

Diskobox, [so] action!
Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect
*(Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect)*

Once the whistle blows, my sucker froze
Last Saturday night, I couldn't find my [fight]

[Drinkin] Whiskey an' I did not shave
Paralyzed, like'd didn't have no time
[Pumping] [whimper] and round the road
A traveling man with a crooked van

Soda-pop oo sittin like slime
Lets get [soul] an' I realized
Diskobox, [so] action!
Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect
*(Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect) - Beck sings at the same time*

Diskobox OH!
Diskobox OH!
Diskobox OH!
Diskobox OH!
Diskobox OH!
Diskobox OH!
Diskobox OH!

Don't Be Light
Don't be light, don't be light oh
Wild life, the grey surprises of our days
Singing in caves, fabricating a new abandon
We don't see the master's hand
We bang on gold tambourines
In the crosshairs of some transient gun
Trading desires on the banquet line
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la