E-Pro lyrics

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BECK lyrics : "E-Pro"

See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know

All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aiming

Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you


Na na na na na na na (x4)

See me kickin the door with my boots

Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom

Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you

Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight

Na na na na na na na (x4)


[x2]
I won't give up that ghost

It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter


Na na na na na na na (x4)

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Writer(s): John King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Adam Horowitz, John Robert King, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael S. Simpson, Michael Louis Diamond, Mike Simpson, Michael Diamond, Beck Hansen
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