Milk & Honey - Beck

Dont take your red ribbons off

Youre about to make a fool of yourself

In the aluminum sunset

Drinking from a drain

Im a hundred miles behind myself

Milk and honey

Pouring down like money

Make a poor boy wanna run

Milk and honey

Do you wanna love me Under the aluminum sun

Did you hear those war torn stories

Where the lifeguards slept in the streets

In the jungle lands

With the cold cola cans

Youll get the keys to the city for free

Milk and honey

Pouring down like money

Bring a poor boy to his knees

Milk and honey

No it isnt funny

Living in a garden of sleaze

Bangkok athletes in the biosphere

Arkansas wet dreams

We all disappear

Kremlin mistress

Rings the buddah chimes

She slips me ruffies

Receding hairlines

Shes all right… touching my body

Shes all right… on my computer

Shes all right… selling me watches

Shes all right… ring on my finger