Beck Follow

A diamond in the sleaze,
down on bended knees,
a thousand grizzled nerves
hangin' loose at the end,
It's later than you think,
it's gone before you blink,
out of the crosshairs
and into the crowd,
Do you want to see me suffering?
Do you want to see me suffering?
How could you let a good thing go?
How could you let a good thing go?
A lion in the cage
shakes his golden mane,
he doesn't care who notices
where he's gonna lie,
You came to beg a meal,
you're older than you feel,
keyboard of your memory
is coming apart,
It's a weight upon my shoulder.
It's a weight upon my shoulder.
How could you let a good thing go?
How could you let a good thing go?
I won't ever let you go.
I won't ever let you go.
The doctor takes a rest
inside a hornets nest,
polaroids of patients
who refuse to be cured,
A life lived under glass,
stolen cadillacs,
can you hear the saxophones
peelin' the paint?
Do you want to see me suffering?
Do you want to see me suffering?
How could you let a good thing go?
How could you let a good thing go?
I won't ever let you go.
I won't ever let you go.
I won't ever let you go.
I won't ever let you go.