| Song | Crystal Clear (Beer) |
| Artist | Beck |
| Album | Stereopathetic Soul Manure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beck | |
| Plastic donut, can of SPAM | |
| There's no kindness in this land | |
| But ya better not let my good gal catch you here | |
| She's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat 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 | |
| And better not let my good gal catch you here | |
| She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer |
| zuo ci : Beck | |
| Plastic donut, can of SPAM | |
| There' s no kindness in this land | |
| But ya better not let my good gal catch you here | |
| She' s gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat 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 | |
| And better not let my good gal catch you here | |
| She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer |
| zuò cí : Beck | |
| Plastic donut, can of SPAM | |
| There' s no kindness in this land | |
| But ya better not let my good gal catch you here | |
| She' s gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat 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 | |
| And better not let my good gal catch you here | |
| She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer |