Beck et al: Don't fake the folk
Cliff Jones, The Face, August 1994
A WASTED voice wails to a scratchy guitar, drifting in some desolate, unforgiven shopping mall limbo: "I was working at McDonald's, doing the late night run/When a car pulled up the drive-thru and pointed out a gun/Said 'Give us all your money and three Big Macs to go'/I stuffed them in a bag and ducked back down below."
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