Beck - Lampshade

i don't wnat no cryin'
all upon my sleeve
i just want somebody
who got no place to be
you call me up on tuesday
i'll be stuck on sunday night
lookin for some good things
to make me feel alright
when i snap my fingers
when i walk the line
when i get my money
i'll be killin time
time is killin something
it's just to small to care
runnin through the jungle
lookin for your hair
someone's talkin backwards
lookin for a fight
puttin on a lampshade
cuz you're shinin way too bright
i don't want no cryin
i don't want no pain
i don't want no lonesome life
on a broken train