Gamma Ray

Gamma Ray - Beck

Written by：Beck

Trying to hold hold out for now

But with these ice caps melting down

With the transistor sound

And my Chevrolet Terra plane

Going 'round 'round 'round

Come a little gamma ray

Standing in a hurricane

Your brains are bored like a refugee

From the houses burning

And the heatwave's calling your name

She's got on a cactus crown

With a dot dot dot on her brow

And she speaks inside crowd

With the cavalry turning around

Hit me like a gamma ray

Standing in a hurricane

And I'm pulling out thorns

Smokestack lightning out my window

I want to know what I've lost today

Come a little gamma ray

Standing in a hurricane

When your body's bored like a refugee

From the houses burning

And the backbiters calling your name