Текст песни Beck - Diamond Bollocks

Looking back at some dead world that looks so new 
Offices and fountains that they named for you 
Dazzlements of accidents, rejoice their doom 
Hari-karis spinning 'round the golden looms, ahh ahh 
Girl, you dream infections from the nauseous heart 
Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards 

Hear that lonesome whistle blow 
No direction to be known in a senile revelry 
A tearful gaze turns away, emoting cold and grey 
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness 

Looking back at some dead world that looks so new 
Offices and fountains that they named for you 
So ungrateful to the who's-and-what's-his-face 
Perilous confections look so out of place 

Looking back at some dead world that looks so new 
Looking back at some dead world that looks so new 
Looking back at some dead world that looks so new 
Looking back at some dead world that looks so new