Artist: Beck
Album:  Stereopathetic Soulmanure
Song:   Rollins Power Sauce
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

You tell no-one, nobody
Beating on you, no defenses
False faces, bloody wallet
Ripping out your head, put on my clothes
No, I wouldn't want you
Where the blood is all washed off
Where the blood is washed off
And I got no focus, got no focus