Pressure Zone — Beck

The countryside is overgrown

Theres a lighthouse in her soul

Wrestling with butcher girls

She dont ever change her clothes

Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears

I could sleep inside her bones

A hundred years

Lizards in the pressure zone

Mother knows its only a phase

Cherry gardens feel like ice

Hazard lights from her past

Underneath the broken bridge

Hookers hug illegal dads

Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears

I could sleep inside her bones

A hundred years

Lizards in the pressure zone

Mother knows its only a phase