Inferno by Beck
Ease yourself on down
And if you're bound and frowned
You better put it on down
'Cause 4am, gonna hit it again
Leaving dollar bills on the buffalo hills
The moon's eye is frozen shut
These vacant lanes unknown, uncut
Shredded up and sold for seed
Another tribute sent to a backwards breed
Hear those buzzards flap their heaps
Up above where skies are cheap
For pioneers with chandeliers
Darkened arks in diamond ears
Through those rusty windows
Traffics shoot like venom
Static addicts
Causing us to fly like sticks
Fumes of flags and endless wicks
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