Beck – Letras de Milk And Honey

Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a fool of yourself

In the aluminum sunset
Drinking from a drain
I'm a hundred miles
behind myself

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Make a poor
boy wanna run
Milk and Honey
Do you wanna love me
Under the aluminum
sun

Did you hear those war torn stories
Where the lifeguards slept
in the streets
In the jungle lands
With the cold cola cans
You'll
get the keys to the city for free

Milk and honey
Pouring down like
money
Bring a poor boy to his knees
Milk and honey
No it isn't funny

Living in a garden of sleaze

Bangkok athletes in the biosphere

Arkansas wet dreams
We all disappear
Kremlin mistress
Rings the
buddah chimes
She slips me ruffies
Receding hairlines

She's all
right...touching my body
She's all right...on my computer
She's all
right...selling me watches
She's all right...ring on my finger