When I don't feel like burying the evidence of a homicide, or hacking up body parts into a billion little pieces after a long day of bad shit, I listen to these songs.
Beck is almost as good as a Beck's at the end of a whacked out day. This song is like beer to my heart. Wait, that didn't sound right. Whatever. Figure it out. I actually felt like hanging myself with a guitar string or waiting for some thugs to cap me with a drive by body-pierce. But no luck.
"I hate people when they're not polite." 'Nuff said.
Where have they gone? I think all the dancers in the videos stole them all.
Dude, don't get pulled over by the karma police cuz you're fucked. True story.
This song helped me make it through high school, it'll get me through grad school too. "I'm so ugly, it's ok cuz so are you." Oh, Kurt, why did you shoot yourself so early in my life?
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