Your Beef Is Mine

Your Beef Is Mine Lyrics

Song	Your Beef Is Mine
Artist	Fog
Album	Ditherer
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	作曲 : Fog
	A three-piece suit on me,
	A tutu on you.
	In an empty airplane hangar
	At a table for two.
	A pregnant pause.
	A thought exhaled.
	In the jowls of the work-week
	Spare me the details.
	And if you ever did
	Spy a giant squid
	With your lazy eye
	With its drooping lid
	We're in this together
	Son, your beef is mine
	Well, Vern sunburns himself
	For to peel the old him off
	To find the red him underneath
	The redder him, more raw.
	Scooping out his brains
	With a rusted grapefruit spoon
	Drinking his own urine
	In the executive washroom.
	And if you've ever been
	An unconvincing spokesman in
	A seminar and telling jokes
	Naked and forgot your notes
	We're in this together
	Son, your beef is mine.
	But if you ever died
	Or ever genuinely tried
	Or if you ever were denied
	Your relevance or sense of pride
	If you sputtered and you stuttered
	And you tied yourself in knots
	And under your breath you muttered
	Something someone else forgot
	And if you ever have
	Missed your flight to Leningrad
	Running down some airport stairs
	Semen running down your leg
	We're in this together
	Son, your beef is mine
	Well, who tells you to work?
	"The devil."
	Who tells you when you get a day off?
	"The devil."
	And who gives you your pay?
	"The damn devil."
	Aw, and who takes it away?
	"The devil."
	That pampered quarterback
	Oh, he don't know how to act
	Oh, he don't know how to throw
	I want my ****ing money back
	Oh, I want to think without
	Hearing my mind's mouth talk
	Be neutered and lobotomized
	And pushed out of a truck
	And if you ever were
	Somewhere where you never were
	Inside someone else's skin
	Stealing someone's self from him
	We're in this together
	Son, your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.

	zuo qu : Fog
	A threepiece suit on me,
	A tutu on you.
	In an empty airplane hangar
	At a table for two.
	A pregnant pause.
	A thought exhaled.
	In the jowls of the workweek
	Spare me the details.
	And if you ever did
	Spy a giant squid
	With your lazy eye
	With its drooping lid
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine
	Well, Vern sunburns himself
	For to peel the old him off
	To find the red him underneath
	The redder him, more raw.
	Scooping out his brains
	With a rusted grapefruit spoon
	Drinking his own urine
	In the executive washroom.
	And if you' ve ever been
	An unconvincing spokesman in
	A seminar and telling jokes
	Naked and forgot your notes
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine.
	But if you ever died
	Or ever genuinely tried
	Or if you ever were denied
	Your relevance or sense of pride
	If you sputtered and you stuttered
	And you tied yourself in knots
	And under your breath you muttered
	Something someone else forgot
	And if you ever have
	Missed your flight to Leningrad
	Running down some airport stairs
	Semen running down your leg
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine
	Well, who tells you to work?
	" The devil."
	Who tells you when you get a day off?
	" The devil."
	And who gives you your pay?
	" The damn devil."
	Aw, and who takes it away?
	" The devil."
	That pampered quarterback
	Oh, he don' t know how to act
	Oh, he don' t know how to throw
	I want my ing money back
	Oh, I want to think without
	Hearing my mind' s mouth talk
	Be neutered and lobotomized
	And pushed out of a truck
	And if you ever were
	Somewhere where you never were
	Inside someone else' s skin
	Stealing someone' s self from him
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.

	zuò qǔ : Fog
	A threepiece suit on me,
	A tutu on you.
	In an empty airplane hangar
	At a table for two.
	A pregnant pause.
	A thought exhaled.
	In the jowls of the workweek
	Spare me the details.
	And if you ever did
	Spy a giant squid
	With your lazy eye
	With its drooping lid
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine
	Well, Vern sunburns himself
	For to peel the old him off
	To find the red him underneath
	The redder him, more raw.
	Scooping out his brains
	With a rusted grapefruit spoon
	Drinking his own urine
	In the executive washroom.
	And if you' ve ever been
	An unconvincing spokesman in
	A seminar and telling jokes
	Naked and forgot your notes
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine.
	But if you ever died
	Or ever genuinely tried
	Or if you ever were denied
	Your relevance or sense of pride
	If you sputtered and you stuttered
	And you tied yourself in knots
	And under your breath you muttered
	Something someone else forgot
	And if you ever have
	Missed your flight to Leningrad
	Running down some airport stairs
	Semen running down your leg
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine
	Well, who tells you to work?
	" The devil."
	Who tells you when you get a day off?
	" The devil."
	And who gives you your pay?
	" The damn devil."
	Aw, and who takes it away?
	" The devil."
	That pampered quarterback
	Oh, he don' t know how to act
	Oh, he don' t know how to throw
	I want my ing money back
	Oh, I want to think without
	Hearing my mind' s mouth talk
	Be neutered and lobotomized
	And pushed out of a truck
	And if you ever were
	Somewhere where you never were
	Inside someone else' s skin
	Stealing someone' s self from him
	We' re in this together
	Son, your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.
	Your beef is mine.

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