Beck - Good Stuff Lyrics

Last time, it was past my prime
I didn't know when or where, how or what the f*ck?
But I took my cue, had no clue
Threw my beaut down the chute
In a minute, it was just a joke
Then my head went up in smoke
I was serious, complete design in my mind
Had no track to roll back to back
Last time, it was wicked clear
The scapegoat sign on the rise
Scrapin' the stars from God's ass
And lookin' like a janitor wrapped in fur
When the blues shot fierce
And pierced their ears
They grabbed their beers
And disappeared into a vacuum
When you're down with the high
Fingers in their thighs
And they got some
And they got to clap! Oh yeah!
Last time, it was past my prime
I didn't know when or where or what the f*ck
But I took my cue, had no clue
And through my boot down the chute
For a minute, it was just a joke
And then my head went up in smoke
It was serious, complete design in my mind
Had no track to roll back to back
Yeah!
F*ckin up with the good stuff, keep my hands so tan
F*ckin up with the good stuff, keep my hands so tan
Good stuff! F*ckin up with the good stuff
Keep my hands so tan...