Beck - Protein Summer

Smashed stars
And old fruit jars
The candy ass guards with their fingers all charred
Under the cover
The protein summer
Givin' a number
In a weighed out sun
Got an infection
Ready for inspection
The guts that glow
Armor and shield
Blaze through the fields
Mighty directions
With the devils peel

Sanitized
Rippin' the surf
Right down to the foul earth
They bathe to the cabins
Lightin' their way
Through the curious pathoms
Suckin' your breath
Down your legs
Wishin' for a worlds
With fresh cigarettes
But now they bathe
A tiresome grave
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Punks gettin' shade