Outcome - Beck

Seventeen years in the city

Static clinging to the ceiling

Never did I think it would come to this

(Outcome is different than I expected)

Never did I think it would come to this

(Outcome is different than I expected)

Bright cops and cheerleaders

Eyebrows painted on their heads

A mouthful of rotting cavities

Drinking Coca-Cola in the street

Shot in the leg

My leg is a bone

Nobody home

My hand is a wire

The skies are fire

The drums are beating

Pistols and jeans

Left for dead

Dead as a fly