P o l l o ' s W o r l d

in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey
butane in my veins and a mouth to cut the junkie
with the plastic eye balls
spray paint the vegetables
dog food skulls
with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights, and put them in neutral
stock car flaming with the loser in the cruise control
baby's in reno with the vitamin d
got a couple of couches
sleep on the loveseat
someone can't say i'm a saint to complain
about a shot gun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you grieve
you'll get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mates in the dark
saving up the food stamps and burning down the trailer park
yo
cut it

soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
(double barrel buck shy)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me

the forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
bent all the music with the phony gas chamber
cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows
and the cocaine nose jobs
the daytime crap or the folk singer slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
an' slap a turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon ring
then get right if ya can't relate
trade the cat for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax
falling on a termite
who's choking on the splinters

soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
(get crazy with the cheese wiz)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
(drive by body pierce)

yo bring it on down
[murmurings in background]

spoken: "i'm a driver, i'm a winner.
things are going to change, i can feel it."

soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
(i can't believe you!)
soar..open the door
i'm a loser baby, so why don't' you kill me
(uhh)
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
(exspectancy village baby [?] )
soy un perdedor
i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
(you know what i'm saying?)
[fade out]

Looser, Beck.

Tengo la "tremenda de big L"(sic) tatuada en mi frente... a fuego, creo que necesito un seminario intesivo de Texas Hold'em...
Maldito Mr. Fox... malditos sean todos...