Deadweight
By: Beck Hansen, John King, Mike Simpson
Written by: Beck Hansen, John King, Mike Simpson

Version Of: Deadweight

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Lyrics:
Doodoodoodoo...

On a highway unpaved going my way, you're so alone today
Like a ghost town, I've found there's no relief, no salt in the sea
Is it true what they say? You can't behave? You gambled your soul away?
Measuring your dreams of this life seems like the gristle of loneliness. . .
Don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying

Like an ice age, nice days on your way, sipping the golden dregs
On a riptide, freaks ride, sleep inside a parasite's appetite
Oh say can't you see the chemistry? The parasites? The cleanup fee?
Death leather hands? Recycled cans? Get-well cards to the hostage vans?
Don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying

You're a deadweight, ride straight on your way, sunk in the midnight shade
Skies burn, eyes turn learning to counterfeit their disease
In this town where we roam, we bluff our souls from canteened patios
We drink the gravest draft, the music drags, the music drags, the music drags. . .
Don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying
 
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Played live 49 times:
Earliest known live version: January 3, 1998
Latest known live version: August 20, 2002