Gamma Ray — Beck

If I could hold Hold out for now With these icecaps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet terraplane Going around around around

Come on little gamma ray Standing in a hurricane

Your brains are bored like a refugee from a house that's burning And the heat wave's calling your name She's got a cactus crown With a dot dot dot on her brow And she speaks inside a cloud With her countenance turning around

It hit me like a gamma ray Standing in a hurricane

I'm pulling out thorns Smokestack lightning out my window I want to know what I've lost today

Come on little gamma ray Standing in a hurricane

Your body's bored Like a refugee from a house that's burning And the backwater's calling your name