Beck — Cold Brains

[Verse 1] Cold brains, unmoved, untouched Unglued, alone at last No thoughts, no mind To rot behind A trail of disasters [Chorus] A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride disowned Corroded to the bone [Verse 2] The fields of green Are bent, obscene I lay upon the gravel A worm of hope A hangman's rope Pulls me one way or the other [Chorus] A final curse Abandoned hearse We write this song Corroded to the bone [Verse 3] A bird of song Is heard no longer In the evacuated heavens The drain is drawn And drained and gone And on and on It doesn't matter [Chorus] A final curse Abandoned hearse We write this song Corroded to the bone