Readymade Lyrics by Beck

Readymade Lyrics

    An open road where I can breathe
    Where the lowest low is calling to me
    I can pull myself back up back down
    Stuck together like a readymade

    And nobody knows where we been
    Cancelled rations are running thin
    Watches tick out of tune
    Falling apart like a readymade

    My bags are waiting
    In the next life

    Rubbish piles fresh and plain
    Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
    License plates stowaway
    Standing in line like a readymade

    And my bags are waiting
    in the next life

    An open road where I can breathe
    Where the lowest low is calling to me
    I can pull myself back up back down
    Stuck together like a readymade

    And my bags are waiting
    in the next life

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