Beck - Flavor lyrics

Feel so good about a piece of trash The birds are drunk, they're drinking from a gla**, The worms are hungry, looking for my guitar, White lightnin' and old fruit jar I get juiced from africa to spain Ghetto blastin' down the lane, The pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades Dig my grave with a silver spade, Makin' a list, takin requests Ripping the blues out of the your vest Strychnine Hit it with a club, stripmine You felt the plugs When you dig up the path, the (?) Beat your fists through the static and noise Cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied.. Get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride.. {scream} Yeah Jon spencer: you got it! Is that good? Jon spencer: you got it!! Alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more? Jon spencer: you got the flavor! You want me to do one more? Jon spencer: you got the flavor! You got the flavor Jon spencer: you got the flavor! You got the flavor!