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Loser Karaoke - Beck

To nagranie jest coverem Loser rozsławionym przez Beck

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About

Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo takie jak w orginale: 85.44 BPM

Tonacja taka jak orginał: D

Czas trwania: 03:59 - Podgląd na stronie: 01:07

Data wydania: 1993
Genres: Rock , Rap & Hip-Hop, Alternatywny rock, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Karl F Stephenson, Beck

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst Loser

In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and mouth that kept a junkie
With the plastic eyeballs spray paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with the loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin T
Got a couple a couches sleep on the love seat
So it came to sayin'
I'm a saint to complain about
A shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some Mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps we're burnin' down the trailer park, yo
Cut it
Double barrel buckshot
Forces of evil in a Bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cos one's got a weasel and other's got a flag
One's on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the re-run shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folk singer slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
They can't write it if ya can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite who's chokin' on the splinters
Get crazy with the Cheez Whiz
Drive by body bath
Yoh, bring it on down
I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change
I can feel it
I can't believe you
Nah
Sprechen sie deutsch, baby
Know what I'm sayin'

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