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