got me a ticket to the beck show

got me a ticket to the beck show
was random as hell man
and we rode to new york city
too white to get a tan
i didnt drive she did
and rob wuold take his turn
damien chilled out in the back
while out windows i glanced road fern
at the destination we roamed on concrete
happened upon a bridge
found ourselves some buildings to explore
and found halls within
the way we rallied all the troops
was really kinda cool
and the sigur ros show where i nearly slept
was certainly a welcome sight, im no fool
but the coke she got was shit
and i wasnt all about drugs
she was my mentor and my girl
and she was neither i was punked
the band broke with damien and i mad
we both wanted to bed the girl
but she wasnt really making it easy
being easygoing she wanted it all
me though i felt it weird
to fuck a girl who fucked my guitarist
it didnt seem right and i wanted it gone
and in the end i abandoned my original quest
she shacked up with him and still stays there today
and if you drive by you can see them
though he keeps her away behind lock and key
dude seems totally fem
she tried to get me to threesome her
she's all about the sex
bit of a nympho bit of a junkie
bit of an emotional mess
but what can i say she was just like me
only white and a girl
and i can't really say i wouldn't do the same
if this was my world
but i was young and now im old
and she's all burned out
her hairs long and she talks slow
like a hippy nonsense she spouts.