Текст песни Beck — Outcome

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Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling
Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different, than I expected

Riot cops, cheerleaders
Eyebrows painted on their heads
Mouthful of rotting cavities
Drinking Coca Cola in the street

Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected

Shot in the leg
Shot in the leg
My name is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The sky is on fire
The drums aren't beating
Pistols in jeans
Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Dead as a fly

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