Beck Deadweight
Songwriters: King, John Robert; Hansen, Beck David; Simpson, Michael S;On a highway unpaved, goin' my way
You're so alone today
Like a ghost town I've found
There's no relief, no soul, no mercy
Is it true what they say
You can't behave
You gamble your soul away
Measuring a jinx of this life seems
Like the gristle of loneliness
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
Like an ice age, nice days on your way
Sipping the golden days on a riptide
Freak's ride, sleep inside
A parasite's appetite
Oh, say can't you see the chemistry
The parasites that clean up for me?
Death never hails, recycled cans
Get well cards to the hostage vans
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
You're a deadweight, right 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 patio
Drink the latest draft
The music drags
The music drags
The music drags
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
Don't let the sun catch you cryin
