Текст песни Beck - The F’ed Up Blues

I got the f'ed up blues I got the f'ed up blues Lord what can you do? About the f-in' f'ed up blues Well the beans have been baking Upon the camels hump Like a voodoo curse In an old lady's purse Confetti on my grave I got the f'ed up blues I got the f'ed up blues Lord what can you do? I got the f'ed up blues I got the f'ed up blues Lord what can you do? About the f-in f'ed up blues I woke up on the futon And my boots were on fire... Special People Special people all the time Special people on my mind Special people burning' white Special people gettin' all uptight

Special people kiss my soul Special people take control Special people lick the ground Special people run up and down Special people squeeze the breeze Special people slash their knees Special people soak up fire Special people climbing' higher Special people create belief Special people steal some beef Special people don't need your plans Special people got recycling cans Special people got songs to sing Special people are happening Special people stomping' fast Special people hauling' ass Special people are so sincere Special people got special beer Special people flick the grease Special people come in peace Special people will scrimp and save Special people will never bathe Special people in hot pursuit Special people got the boot Special people sleep in moss Special people got the sauce Special people open wide Special people ain't satisfied
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