Beck - Peaches & Cream

Don't tell your right hand baby

What your left hand do

You know those road check girls

Will make your brown breath blue

Peaches and Cream

You make a garbage man scream

Such a dangerous dream

Peaches and Cream.

You look good in that sweater

And that aluminum crutch

I'm gonna let you down easy

I've got a delicate touch

Peaches and Cream

You make a garbage man scream

Come on girl it's a dream

You're a torn out page

From a best selling book

Your home girl's on the line

But your daddy's off the hook

Where do we go now?

Give those pious soldiers

Another lollipop

Cause we're on the good ship

Menage et tois

Peaches and Cream

You make a garbage man scream

Such a delicate thing

Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning

Beck - Beautiful Way

Searchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend
Who's gonna love my baby
When she's gone around the bend
Egyptian bells are ringing
When it's her birthday
Sweet nothing', I'm talking about you
There's a hurricane blowing your way

Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
There's someone calling your name
It's driving you insane

You were wearing that stained raincoat
And your umbrella was a tangled mess
You were washed up on the glittering shoals
Looking for another crime to confess
You bribed yourself
Out of a place in the sun
But you had some change to spare
So you said you wanna spend it on me
And shook the blues out of your hair

Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
There's someone calling your name
You're gonna miss that train

Beck - Mixed Bizness

I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the b-boys scream

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

Word up to the man thing
She's always cold lamping
Visine at the canteen
I just wanna watch you dance

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

Do you wanna ride on the Baltic Sea
I'll be your mistress C.O.D.
I'll comb your hair
Re-write your diary
Pour champagne on a honeybee

She can really do me
She can look right through me
And make all the b-boys scream

I'm mixing fitness with leather
Homework with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the lesbians scream

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

Beck - Sexx Laws

Can’t you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowleen night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I’ll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I’m a full grown man
But I’m not afraid to cry

Neptune’s lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who’s mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuff slip off your wrists
I’ll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I’m a full grown man
But I’m not afraid to cry