The title is short for Environmental Protection.
But the song is about cleaning the inner projects
The whole song gives imagry of Beck walking through a dump of a house in the inner city.
See me comin to town with my soul - Beck's hometown
Straight down out of the world with my fingers - he knows the area
Holding onto the devil I know - memories
All my troubles'll hang on your trigger - its inner city, with crime and violence
Take your eyes and your mind from the road - look at the house
Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming - you complain about it
Don't forget to pick up what you sow - but you don't do anyhting
Talking trash to the garbage around you - I wish someone would get this town in order, but it never happens.
The chanting na nas, give a sense of repetitoin of the same problems without doing anything about it, ignoring the problem and putting your head in the sand.
See me kickin the door with my boots - So now Beck enters the house
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish - and its filthy
Snakes and bones in the back of your room - finds skeletons in your closet
Handing out a confection of venom - which stings at the heart
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use - But you keep ignoring the probelms
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler - waste your life with gambling
Now I see it's a comfort to you - ignorace is bliss
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight - during the night, its dark, and badness can't be seen, but in the morning the problems are noticable again
I won't give up that ghost - I will start to do something about it
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted - in the midst of all this conversation
The good in us is all we know - theres good in the world (we can make the world cleaner and better)
There's too much left to taste that's bitter - but some people like the bitter taste, so they don't do anything.
The title is short for Environmental Protection. But the song is about cleaning the inner projects
The whole song gives imagry of Beck walking through a dump of a house in the inner city.
See me comin to town with my soul - Beck's hometown Straight down out of the world with my fingers - he knows the area Holding onto the devil I know - memories All my troubles'll hang on your trigger - its inner city, with crime and violence
Take your eyes and your mind from the road - look at the house Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming - you complain about it Don't forget to pick up what you sow - but you don't do anyhting Talking trash to the garbage around you - I wish someone would get this town in order, but it never happens.
The chanting na nas, give a sense of repetitoin of the same problems without doing anything about it, ignoring the problem and putting your head in the sand.
See me kickin the door with my boots - So now Beck enters the house Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish - and its filthy Snakes and bones in the back of your room - finds skeletons in your closet Handing out a confection of venom - which stings at the heart
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use - But you keep ignoring the probelms Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler - waste your life with gambling Now I see it's a comfort to you - ignorace is bliss Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight - during the night, its dark, and badness can't be seen, but in the morning the problems are noticable again
I won't give up that ghost - I will start to do something about it It's sick the way these tongues are twisted - in the midst of all this conversation The good in us is all we know - theres good in the world (we can make the world cleaner and better) There's too much left to taste that's bitter - but some people like the bitter taste, so they don't do anything.