Beck - Sweet Sunshine

Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa Lady, wanna shake and bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a mound I'm gonna break my face On the sweet sunshine Pocket full of blood Gotcha on a mound Gonna break my face On the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more Hollow full of bread With your husband dreaming We are skunk and soul And I found it on a screaming Grab your wine, tell me where you been With the violin crime and the moon gettin' thin Grab your wine, take me where you been With the violin time and the moon gettin' thin I wanna climb up on the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wrecking' ball I wanna climb up on the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wrecking' ball Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation 'Cause the diamond full of salad and I kill my master nation Got a bucket full of blood dancing' on the mound Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine Bucket full of blood dancing' on the mound Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil, get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil, get me some more Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah