Beck
Текст песни Diamond Bollocks

looking back at some dead world
that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
dazzlements of accidents
rejoice their doom
hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms

girl you dream infections
from a nauseous heart
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards

hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile of revery
a tearful gaze turns away
eroding cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness

looking back at some dead world
that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
terrorist confections look so out of place

looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...
looking back at some dead world...
that looks so new...