Novacane - Beck

Keep on talking like a novacane hurricane

Low static on the poor man’s short-wave

Stampede’s got to dismantle

Code-red: what’s your handle

Mission incredible undercover convoy

Full-tilt chromosome cowboy

X-ray search and destroy

Smoke stack black top novacane boy

Got so low your mom won’t drum

Getting late with the suicide beat

Test-tube, still-born and dazed

Chump scum plays in the razor’s haze

Got the momentum radioactive

Lowdown!

Circumcised for the operation

Don’t expect some generation

Cyanide ride down the turnpike

Hundred hours on the miracle mic

Grinding the gears eighteen wheels

Rigs and robots riding on their heels

Fine tune robot making a sand box (?)

Heats and infernos burning like drano (?)

Down the horizon purple gasses

Semi-trucks hauling them asses

Novacane, hit the road expressway

Explode!

Novacane!

Novacane!