Beck - Modesto

^FYou came, you went, my ^Fmind it got ^Fa dent I couldn't make my rent, cause ^Gall my cash was lent This ^Ftown is filled, with ^Fthousand-dollar-^Fbills Lamenated songs, ^Gcontaminaded lawns Well we ^Fate about fifteen times a ^Fday ^FStaring through a bag of frito-^Flay And I ^Fplay with the fire in the s^Ftove When my ^Deyes peel out and my ^Ffingertips get ^Fcold Well it's ^Ereal and it's fake And it's ^Fflaming like a steak And she's ^Eputting out my face With the ^Frake Oh ^Dhoney you knew,^F that you were my ^Fone and only ^Gblur ^FUnglued, depressed, the ^Fmeatloaf in my ^Fchest Personality test, I ^Gfailed with the best And I ^Fstopped and I stormed And I ^Fpast out in your ^Fdorm

I ^Gcouldn't catch a ride But the ^Fsubwaytrains speak to me ^Fnow I'm ^Fbrowsing through the supermarket ^Ftown And the ^Fgirls don't talk when I'm ^Faround And I'm ^Dfeeling bad even ^Fthough nothing's ^Fwrong