Sing It Again in Beck

town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked
the night is younger than us
and nowhere is anywhere else
you sleep to yourself
stirring the dregs
where I have laid

the exit signs are flashing
dead ends, they won't
come to life anymore

well I pledged the rest
I should have guessed
your love was hangin by threads
tongues tied under the moon
your love is a room
of broken bottles and tangled webs

the miser's wild
them eyes like clocks
that cock their gears
on and on

and if it's meant some accident
or some coincidence
crumbs fall out of the sky
as you wander by
the dust clouds roam,
nobody's home

so lay my bags upon
all the funeral fire
and sing it again