Alright 1,2,3,4

Tell me or I'll cast away
Co-defrequent,
Summer holiday
If I wasn't mourned now one more time
This atonal score,
For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance floor
I'm dying the death of a man man for

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature,
You're my bore

You witnessed my fallen gene,
That pushes away like a cancer
And be the count that parted mine
Handicap that pushes madness between lover
I dabble in the badness of a

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature,
You're my new muse

The mind tricks the body,
Body thinks the mind is crazy,
My mind tricks the body,
Body thinks my mind is

So best of luck to you,
And a burning barge to float you through
Lost in you for days,
Enjoy the distance as we gaze
Before time,
Didn't we say one day?
Maybe not, didn't we say one day?

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature,
You're mine

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you
God's littlest crea[ture]

Todd: That's fucking perfect
Beck: Just leave it at, leave it at the fucking, these chords fucking blow
Daryl: What happened?
Todd: He hurt his finger playing his chords
Beck: My finger like, my pinker, like, snapped