Слова и текст песни Beck — Sucker Without A Brain
Sucker without a brain
Nothing to do again
Stepped into the street
Like the man on the flyin’ trapeze
Here comes that bus right into your face
Now you’re flyin’
Now you’re flyin’ home
Isn’t it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve but he just didn’t see ya
Now you’re buried ‘neath the wheel just like a tortilla
Here comes that bus right into your face
Now you’re flyin’
Now you’re flyin’ home
When we’re dead we can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford
Sometimes you meet a fireman, sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you won’t need no transfer
Here comes that bus right into your face