Beck - Glut 'October 28, 1994. | Текст песни

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• Glut 'October 28, 1994.

The joke is on me, the sad but true comes easily
And I could be the laughing man, I could laugh at myself
I could look down my sleeve at you 'cause you got so much to hide
Just like me, you've got tricks up your sleeve, you could show them to me
So hold back the dull surprises, your obvious disguises
Propped up like a puppet, convalescent in the glut
It's a needle in the stack, it's the change of scene we lack
Sift right through the filth and flack, sit back and relax

You seem so uncertain, you're running your life from scratch
Scratch the surface, pass the test, the surface is shallow enough
And you're a desperate beginner, anxious to distract yourself
Starving to believe yourself, invisible to see yourself
So up and down the spiral, don't need a reason to smile
Propped up like a puppet, convalescent in the glut
It's a needle in the stack, it's the change of scene we lack
Sift right through the filth and flack, sit back and relax

And if you can't decide on me, I'll be waiting patiently
To exorcise the ghosts I see all around you and me

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