Dead Wild Cat - Beck

I got a room down in hollywood

The rent was cheap,

The street was cool

But there was an old man

Who lived right next to me He was so wretched

He ate up everything

The day I moved in I got weird feelings

I played my guitar

He hit the ceiling

He ran out into the hall and he yelled

«watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!

Watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!»

Hes on the loose

Hes got the juice

Like a mad dog with no teeth

He left me notes

Said all kinds of things

«you little creepy slob,

Why dont you get a job?

Why dont you cut your hair?

Why dont you get out of here?

Why dont you move away?

Why dont you just get lost? «He spent his days

Down in adult book stores

Bringing home all kinda weirdos

And blasting his tv back at me So one day I get pissed

We got into a fight

I kicked him in the nuts

He yelled with all his might

«watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!

Watch out, son, Ive got a taser gun!»

You son of a bitch

I think its startin to itch

Hes got the taser gun

(spoken: mr. handjob)