Beck

Will I Be Ignored By The Lord?

When I was born, lot's of people saying
I looked like a dead man
But to them there was no kindness
And so I came into the world
With my hands in my jacket
Made a whole lot of racket
Couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick

Oh, when that aero-plane comes with the Lord
Will I be ignored?
Will I be ignored by the Lord?
Will I be ignored?

There was a woman; she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
But never will they meet
No, never will they see
These two vines will twist away, away
Will I be ignored by the Lord?
Will I be ignored by the Lord, by the Lord?
What for? I may travel on one leg
My breakfast will be unpaid
And the flapjacks will flap back off
The ceiling onto my head
Will I be ignored?
Will I be ignored by the Lord?
Will I be ignored?