Lyrics Novacane - Beck

Novacane

Keep on talking like a novacane hurricane
Low static on the poor man’s short-wave
Stampede’s got to dismantle
Code-red: what’s your handle
Mission incredible undercover convoy
Full-tilt chromosome cowboy
X-ray search and destroy
Smoke stack black top novacane boy
Got so low your mom won’t drum
Getting late with the suicide beat
Test-tube, still-born and dazed
Chump scum plays in the razor’s haze
Got the momentum radioactive
Lowdown!
Circumcised for the operation
Don’t expect some generation
Cyanide ride down the turnpike
Hundred hours on the miracle mic
Grinding the gears eighteen wheels
Rigs and robots riding on their heels
Fine tune robot making a sand box (?)
Heats and infernos burning like drano (?)
Down the horizon purple gasses
Semi-trucks hauling them asses
Novacane, hit the road expressway
Explode!
Novacane!
Novacane!