Lyrics: Electric Music And The Summer People
Album: Unknown
Artist: Beck
 

Out on the highway i’m doin it my way
Handing out money of flies making honey
Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
Legions of plenty, the pigs on the levee

Let’s don’t be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away–that’s what i like

Breezes are turning, village is burning
Convalescents open the presents
Wandering children ready and willing
Beggars and light-weights hard as the highway

Let’s don’t be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away–that’s what i like

Abandoned coal mines, we’ll have a good time
Sunstroke rivals recycling bibles

Let’s don’t be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away–that’s what i like