Diamond Bollocks - Beck

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…