Beck - Devil's Haircut
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
and everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting.
Temperature's dropping at the rotting oasis
stealing kisses from the leperous faces.
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
mouth-washed juicebox gasoline.
Pistols are pointing at the poor man's pockets,
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets.