E-Pro (Ghost Range Remix By Homelife) - Beck

See me coming to town with my soul

Straight down out of the world

With my fingers

Holding onto the devil I know

All my troubles'll

Hang on your trigger

Take your eyes

And your mind from the road

Shoot your mouth off

But look where you're aiming

Don't forget to pick up what you sow

Talking trash to the garbage around you

See me kickin the door with my boots

Broke down out

In a ditch of old rubbish

Snakes and bones

In the back of your room

Handing out a confection of venom

Heaven's drunk from the poison you use

Charm the wolves with the eyes

Of a gambler

Now I see it's a comfort to you

Hammer my bones

On the anvil of daylight

I won't give up that ghost

It's sick the way these

Tongues are twisted

The good in us is all we know

There's too much left to

Taste that's bitter

I won't give up that ghost

It's sick the way

These tongues are twisted

The good in us is all we know

There's too much left

To taste that's bitter