Jack-Ass - Beck
Written by：Bob Dylan
I been
Drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends
Tying a noose
In the back
Of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together
It's a strange invitation
When I wake up
Someone will sweep up
My lazy bones
And we will
Rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant
When I think it's all beginning
I been
Drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends
Tying the noose
In the back
Of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together
It's a strange invitation
