Текст пісні Dead Wild Cat - Beck

Dead Wild Cat

I got a room down in hollywood
The rent was cheap,
The street was cool
But there was an old man
Who lived right next to me He was so wretched
He ate up everything
The day I moved in I got weird feelings
I played my guitar
He hit the ceiling
He ran out into the hall and he yelled
«watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!»
Hes on the loose
Hes got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
He left me notes
Said all kinds of things
«you little creepy slob,
Why dont you get a job?
Why dont you cut your hair?
Why dont you get out of here?
Why dont you move away?
Why dont you just get lost? «He spent his days
Down in adult book stores
Bringing home all kinda weirdos
And blasting his tv back at me So one day I get pissed
We got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
He yelled with all his might
«watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!»
You son of a bitch
I think its startin to itch
Hes got the taser gun
(spoken: mr. handjob)