Beck - Crystal Clear (beer) lyrics

Plastic donut, can of spam There's no kindness in this land Better not let my good gal catch you here She's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer Coffee clothing pasted on Clean my gravestone when i'm gone And you better not let my good gal catch you here She's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear Hitch my horse up to the town I got my toenails painted brown And you better not let my good gal catch you here She'll cut you down and put the blame on me Just a muscle in a bag Throw my baby, don't let her sag Ya better not let my good gal catch you here She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer