Nobody's Fault But My Own

Treated you like a rusty blade

A throwaway from an open grave

Cut you loose from a chain gang

And let you go

And on the day you said it's true

Some love holds, some gets used

Tried to tell you I never knew

It could be so sweet

Who could ever be so cruel,

Blame the devil for the things you do

It’s such a selfish way to lose

The way you lose these wasted blues

These wasted blues

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own

That it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own

When the moon is a counterfeit

Better find the one that fits

Better find the one that lights

The way for you

When the road is full of nails,

Garbage pails and darkened jails

And their tongues

Are full of heartless tales

That drain on you

Who would ever notice you

You fade into a shaded room

It's such a selfish way to lose

The way you lose these wasted blues

These wasted blues

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault But my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

Beck

Hell Yes

Looking for my place on assembly lines

Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes

Skeleton boys hyped up in purple

Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Make notes, burn like broken equipment

Looking for shelter via juxtaposition

Thought control, those written confessions

Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don't look now, company missiles

Power is raunchy when the cops are watching

Make your dreams out of paper mache

Clinched wasted hate taste-tested

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing (please enjoy)

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates (please enjoy)

Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hi. Yea, that's it.

Yea, that's it.

Hi.

Stretched to the limit, attention spared

Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks

Noise response, applause and hand claps

Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless

Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare

Look for the common, not superficial

Code Red cola war conformity crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles

With magic markers running out of their ink

Lives and White Out, turn the lights out

Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing (please enjoy)

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Yes.

Hi.

I like your bass.

Your beat is nice.

Yea, that's it.

Yes. Yes.

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing (please enjoy)

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes.

Beck

The scarecrow

I'm walkin to the other side

With the devil tryin' to take my mind 

And my soul's just a silhouette

In the ashes of a cigarette

Illusions never fake their lies

Trick cards fool the eye

Carry zeros over till they add up

Bury tears in the chapters you shut

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell

And the rain's too plain to tell

All alone by a barren well

The scarecrow's only scarin' himself 

I've been diggin' the ground 

Thru the dust and the clouds

I see miles and miles

And the junkyard piles

I wanted hope from a grave

I wanted strength from a slave

What gives you comfort now

Might be the end of you then

Crows are pullin' at my clothes 

The wind got my fingers froze

Standing all day keepin' watch 

Over all the treasures we lost

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell

And the rain's too plain to tell

All alone by a barren well

The scarecrow's only scarin' himself

Beck