Beck Send A Message To Her Lyrics
            Get up, son, hit your head like a drum
            Weeds are all growin' in vain
            Too much time, I got too much time
            Living in a waste of s___e
        
            Take yourself, don't break yourself
            It's all gonna be ok
            Get used to it, don't lose your head
            It's all gonna be the same
        
            She knows, send a message to her, she knows
            She knows, get a message to her, she knows
        
            Na na na na na na
            Send a message to her
            Na na na na na na
        
            Na na na na na na
            Send a message to her
            Na na na na na na
        
            Now kill it dead, but don't let it die
            There's a price sitting on your head
            Face it down, don't turn it around
            Unless you wanna be where you been
        
            Take yourself, don't break yourself
            It's all gonna be ok
            Get used to it, don't lose your head
            It's all gonna be the same
        
            She knows, send a message to her, she knows
            She knows, get a message to her, she knows
        
            Na na na na na na
            Send a message to her
            Na na na na na na
        
            Na na na na na na
            Send a message to her
            Na na na na na na
        
            Na na na na na na
            Send a message to her
            Na na na na na na
        
            Na na na na na na
            Send a message to her
            Na na na na na na
        
            I spell out my name
            In cigarettes and knives
            Tryin to see her
            Give her a message
            On a dirty window
            When you see her
        
            I've been stripping the days
            Off the sidewalk and pavement
            The walls are all white
            And we're painting them whiter
            For the zigzag mainline
            My radio's plastic
            And I've tasted the fodder
            Of a saccharine ending
            Day job, pay phone, one in a trillion
            And the typecast heathen
            With a future all rancid
        
            Something to believe
            Something to believe
            Something to believe
            Something to believe
            It doesn't hurt your feelings
        
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