BMlyrics

Magic Stationwagon

Golden Feelings

Mango (Vader Rocks!)

A Western Harvest Field by Moonlight

Mexico

Rare on Air Live Perf., Fresh Meat and Old Slabs

Minus

Odelay Modesto

Stereopathetic Soulmanure

MTV Makes Me Want to Smoke Crack

Loser

MTV Makes Me Want to Smoke Crack

Mutherfuker

Mellow Gold

Mystery Song #1

Mystery Song #2

Mystery Song #3

Magic Station Wagon

boney fingers out the slimey coffin

????

throw your inspiration in your station wagon

?????????????intestine

Mango (Vader Rocks!)

a sparkle in the night (?)

she glides

tainted by the affliction

seduced...deeply into myself

faceless...emerging

black confetti

Mexico

come gather round me people, here's a story you never heard

bout me and my friends and some things that occured

we thought we'd get some money we thought that we might go

spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico

i was workin at mcdonalds, doin the latenight run

when a car pulled up the drive thru and pointed out a gun

said give us all your money and three big macs to go

i stuffed them all in a bag and i ducked down below

well the boss got angry when he found out i didn't call the police

i guess i was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me

concernin some jaywalkin tickets i couldn't afford to pay

needless to say i got the axe that same day

well me bein outta work just then i didn't wanna go home

my mom said if i lost this job i'd have to go out on my own

so i went over to dave's house and got really stoned

called up some girls but none o'them were home

steve came over and he brought some alcohol

we're all gettin really depressed just starin at the wall

thought if we'd get some money, we thought that we might go

spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico

steve's dad had a huntin rifle and we went and picked it up

we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck

we raised up that huntin rifle but the counter guy just laughed

as he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass

we were runnin so fast til we came to the mcdonalds where i used to work

we walked up to the drive thru and gave my boss a jerk

said give us all your money and three big macs to go

and suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico

down south we all got really wasted, dave got a case of the runs

we're all really hungover and gettin low on funds

dave and steve called their parents and took the bus back home

me, i got a job at mcdonalds down in mexico

Minus

The last survivor of a boiled crown

Another casualty with the casual frown

The janitor vandals they bark in your face

Juveniles with the piles and paste

It's a sensation

A bankrupt corpse

In the garbage classes

With the crutches of frogs(?)

Don't be confused when your fuse is up

And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup

When the cup is filled you can run and be killed

In the billion miles of the muscles that build

Radiation

Feeling the force

Karaoke

Vomiting morons

The scalps of zero hailing the call

Rubbing in a blind man's running mall(???)

With the canker sores and the robot pills

Throwing imbeciles on the window sills

It's a sensation

A bankrupt corpse

In the garbage classes

With the crutches of frogs(?)

Frogs! Frogs! Frogs!(?)

MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack (Loser Single version)

rollin..

mtv makes me wanna smoke crack,

fall out of the window, and i'm never comin' back

mtv makes me wanna get high,

can't get a ride no matter how i try,

and everything's perfect, and everything's bright,

and everyones perky, and everyones uptight,

i love those videos i watch 'em all day............

(music stops)

(producer)...beck, what's the problem?

(beck)...uh.. i dunno just stop the tape...

(lounge style)

hey!

all right!

mtv..whoa! makes me wanna smoke crack,

fly out the window, and i'm never come back

mtv makes me wanna get hiiiiiighh! yes they do!

like a rubber balloon, aww get that squeegee,

everything's wonderful, everything's grand,

everything's swinging, all across the land, you know it!

bust out the biscuits, strike up the band,

play those videos, every woman and man.

cause...mtv, whoa! makes me wanna smoke crack,hey!

fly out the window, and i'm never comin back..ooh!

mtv, makes me wanna get high, as a kite,

gettin all uptight..take it!

aww yeah!

fake it till ya make it!

right about now!

steppin under a cold ass fashion,

aww yah we wack that thing,

i work down to that video store, makin some change,

with a sparkle in my step, and a smile on my face,

condominiums, risin above,

and those video's are better than love,

yeah! mtv, 1

mtv, check,

mtv makes me wanna smoke crack!!!

yeah.

MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack (original version)

MTV makes me wanna smoke crack,

fall out of the window and i'm never comin back

MTV makes me wanna get high,

can't get a ride no matter how i try,

and everythings perfect and everythings bright,

and everyones perky and everyones uptight

i watch those videos, i watch em all day

and i plug em in my eyeballs HEEEEEEEY YAH

and the colors are nice, and the pictures are nice,

and the girls are nice, everythings so nice

MTV makes me wanna smoke crack,

fall out of the window and i'm never comin back

MTV makes me wanna get high,

can't get a ride

well i work at the video store making change

and i'm counting out the pennies

twistin in my brain

condos in the distance,

and smog in the air

no one in the streets, and no one anywhere

i drink when i drink and i eat from a can

and i'm standin by the microwave 'til i feel special

and i'm checkin out the furniture

i wanna buy a sofa

might buy a wheelchair and roll out of this town

and MTV made me wanna smoke crack

fall out of the window and i'm never comin back

MTV made me wanna get high,

can't get a ride

MTV MADE ME WANNA BURN FLESH

have a little orgy down in the <?> ditch!

Mutherfuker

yo homey don't play that game

hey mr. asshole

what you dirty asshole

sitting in your castle

judging everyone

you're acting like it's chill

when the deal's getting ill

why don't you break your face or mine

everyone's out to get you motherfucker

[repeat]

total paranoia

trying to annoy you

everything I do

is to try to fuck you up

screw chum chewin

the house of spasm

drunk so long

in this situation

everyone's out to get you motherfucker

[repeat]

Mystery Song #1

baby i can't make it straight

my boots got stuck and i can't wait

you're the one who's got no tongue

look and see which way it's run

man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

obituaries i seen right through

brochures of the times we knew

taxes on the days we spent

repossessed and named and chained

man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

accusations, suspects named

battered husbands, cousins blamed

holdin up your trophy bones

sticks and stones and lesser knowns

man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

and all your hopes can be derailed

low salt (?) in the seas you sailed

no dreams in the night you lie

all the stars stripped from the sky

man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

Mystery Song #2

well if it ain't your time to go

then you'd better stay put for now

cuz everybody's gotta do their time until it's time

and if it ain't broken, then break it

and say you knew me way back when

when fools were fools, and all rest were swine waiting to be defiled

well i could hang up my single

out by the side of the road

and try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind

like a driftwood in the night

that was washed up by the light

of the moon that bleached my bones

that sent me to the pile

mustard in your smile

lend a hand on the radio dial

and the breezes of the seasons

have blown us back to hell

it's a stolen telephone

that i dialed blind and alone

just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul

now the deserts are in flames

and the bandages are the same

and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels

and if it ain't your time to go

then you'd better stay put for now

cuz anybody gotta put their hand

upon the hand of the clock

like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt

Mystery Song #3

i just got put down

in the ashes of a backwash town

black debris, the burned-out trees

blows out over the sunken seas

somewhere far along

singin the regular song

dead machines, frozen dreams

it's a state where i belong

i'm loose inside my skin

and all the walls are wearin thin

shoot out all the traffic lights

on your way to the dead of night

somewhere far along

singin the regular song

dead machines, frozen dreams

they don't bother me at all

you're better off alone

troubles find their home