000.000 - Beck

...twilight...?

I've seen your place before, I've tread thid field?

I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade

my city to the scope, my? spokes

my?

but she'll never never know

my? has a?

?

?

I come from lots of?

my very modest tricks

my pricks and belly rose (?)

my operation blows

?

my big pollution grows

I never spoke of flood

my?

?...

(AAARRGGHH! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!

I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with

a man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this

song. I'll get back with you... Deborah)