Beck Lyrics
"Electric Music And The Summer People"

Out on the highway I'm doing it my way
Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
Handing out money, the fly's making honey
Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee

Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like

Seasons are turning, village is burning
Convalescents open their presents
Wandering children ready and willing
Beggars and lightweights harness the highways

Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like

Abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time
Redtape rivals recycling bibles

Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,,the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like