letra de readymade – beck

an open road where i can breathe
where the lowest low is calling to me
i can pull myself back up back down
stuck together like a readymade

and n*body knows where we been
cancelled rations are running thin
watches tick out of tune
falling apart like a readymade

my bags are waiting
in the next life

rubbish piles fresh and plain
empty boxes in a p*wn shop brain
license plates stowaway
standing in line like a readymade

and my bags are waiting
in the next life

an open road where i can breate
where the lowest low is calling to me
i can pull myself back up back down
stuck together like a readymade

and my bags are waiting
in the next life

- letras de beck