Beck Lyrics
"Deadweight"

On a highway, unpaved
Going my way
You're so alone today
Like a ghost town, I've found
There's no relief, no salt in the sea
Is it true what they say?
You can't behave
You gamble your soul away
Measuring your dreams
Oh this life seems like the gristle of lonliness

Don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying

Like an ice age, nice days
On your way
Sipping the golden dregs
On a rip tide, freaks ride
Sleep inside a parasites appetite
Oh, say can't you see?
The chemistry, the parasites, the cleanup fee
Death leather hands, recycled cans
Get well cards to the hostage vans

Don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying

You're a deadweight, right straight
On your way
Sunk in the midnight shade
Skies burn, eyes turn
Learning to counterfeit their disease
In this town where we roam
We bluff our souls on canteen patios
We drink the greatest draft
The music drags
The music drags
The music drags

Don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying