Ghost Range Lyrics - Guerolito - Beck

See me comin to town with my soul 

Straight down out of the world with my fingers 

Holding onto the devil I know 

All my troubles 'll hang on your trigger 

Take your eyes and your mind from the road 

Shoot your mouth off if you know where you're aiming 

Don't forget to pick up what you sow 

Talking trash to the garbage around you 

See me kickin the door with my boots 

Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish 

Snakes and bones in the back of your room 

Handing out a confection of venom 

Heaven's drunk from the poison you use 

Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler 

Now I see it's a comfort to you 

Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight 

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I won't give up that ghost 

It's sick the way these tongues are twisted 

The good in us is all we know 

There's too much left to taste that's bitter 

I won't give up that ghost 

It's sick the way these tongues are twisted 

The good in us is all we know 

There's too much left to taste that's bitter 

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