Clap Hands
(Beck Hansen)
I'll clap my hands along and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform and bend the floor to the early mornin
I'll shake my dollar bill and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me
I've save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
clap hands
I'll take my broken bell and make it ring like hundred churches
I'll scratch that kind of itch down in the ditch and switch my plates out
I'll drive to san francisco death to disco take my shirt off
I'll swim to mexico don't tell the mermaidsx where I'm goin
clap hands
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