Beck - Sissyneck

I don`t need no wheels
I don`t need no gasoline
`Cause the wind that is blowing
Is blowing like a smoke machine
If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
`Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain`t getting no bigger
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol` boys
I`m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I`m dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol` boys
I`m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
Matchsticks strike
When I`m riding my bike to the depot
`Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
`Cause nobody knows
When he good times have passed out cold
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol` boys
I`m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol` boys
I`m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
Don`t talk to me
If you`re looking for somebody to cry on
Don`t talk to me
If you`re looking for somebody to cry on
[scream] Ahhhowwww!!