beck - readymade lyrics

an open road where i can breathe
where the lowest low is comin to me
i can pull myself back up back down
stuck together like a readymade
and nobody knows where we been
cancelled rations are running thin
watches tick out of tune
falling apart like a readymade
and my bags are waiting in the next life
rubbish piles fresh and plain
empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
license plates stowaway
standing in line like a readymade
and my bags are waiting in the next life
an open road where i can breathe
where the lowest low is comin to me
i can pull myself back up back down
stuck together like a readymade
and my bags are waiting in the next life