Beck — Lampshade

I don't want no crying all upon my sleeve I just want somebody who got no place to be You call me up on Tuesday, I'll be stuck on Sunday night Looking for some good things to make me feel alright When I snap my fingers, when I walk the line When I get my money, I'll be killing time Time is killing something, it's just too small to care Running through the jungle looking for your hair Someone's talking backwards looking for a fight Putting on a lampshade 'cause you're shining way too bright I don't want no crying, I don't want no pain I don't want no lonesome life on a broken train