Got No Mind (version 2) Lyrics - Beck

Tonight the city is full of... radios 

And all the distortion pedals are melted 

There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the... ceiling 

And the roof is falling down on my brain 

That's why 

I got no mind 

I got no mind 

Got no mind 

Somebody burned down the picnic 

And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake 

And the cliches are gettin eaten up 

By the termites with the malt liquor 

And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song 

That's why 

I play all night 

I got no mind 

Feel so fine 

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And the big radio sound is pumping up and down 

Jumpin thru the hoops 

Making every motion seem like forever 

There's air conditioning and brand new nails 

And phone calls from people in chicago 

...why 

Pay no mind 

Got no mind 

Stay outside 

So turn up the levels 

And talk to your devils 

And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise 

It's all the situations and all the celebrations 

And all the contaminations that make you 

Breed off the carpet 

That's why 

I pay no mind 

(cough) got no mind 

Might need a cough drop 

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Well there's verses and sounds 

Falling like pounds and pounds of 

Sand weights from the heavens 

And she dangles like a bottle 

Talkin thru the steering wheels 

And broken pantyhose 

That's why 

I pay no mind 

Sleep in slime 

Put out cds 

The amplifiers are amplifying 

The things that you never knew 

Could ever be the same as you 

There's wires and plugs 

And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner 

That's why 

I pay no mind 

I pay no mind 

Got no mind 

Your swivel chairs and sunglasses 

And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy 

Turn up the volume and the treble 

And call them all the nasty things that you can 

Stick into your paper 

With your pen 

Shove your pen up into the air 

Write everything and 

Like you just don't care 

But it feels good 

When you pull off the scenery 

And there's puppets and dollar bills 

And there's weight-loss pills 

And there's cherries and there's potato chips 

And the time is runnin low 

And there's nowhere else to go 

So let's go down 

666 up into 

I'm raising all my lows 

And I'm lowering all my disappointments