Gamma Ray

Beck · Modern Guilt [2008]

Trying to hold

Hold out for now

With these ice caps

Melting down

With the transistor sound

And my Chevrolet terraplane

Going round, round, round



Come a little gamma ray

Standing in a hurricane

Your brains are bored

Like a refugee

From the houses burning

And the heat wave's

Calling your name



She's got

On a cactus crown

With a dot, dot, dot

On her brow

And she speaks

Inside crowd

With the cavalry

Turning around



Hit me like a gamma ray

Standing in a hurricane

And I'm pulling

Out thorns

Smokestack lightning

Out my window

I want to know

What I've lost today



Come a little gamma ray

Standing in a hurricane

When your body's bored

Like a refugee

From the houses burning

And the backbiters

Calling your name