In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey/Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie/With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables/Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
from Loser lyrics by Beck
The recent, surpisingly-deserved, Grammy winner’s first hit was an anthem for Gen-X apathy, but it’s still slacker-relevant for Millennials, or whatever other names the kids get called these days. This nonsensical imagery came out of a rat-infested shed in LA, but anyone feeling greasy can get down; [LISTEN].
