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Beck( Beck Hansen )
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Cellphone's Dead
Lyricist:Beck Hansen
Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away
Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound Like a mirror in my mind
To control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my hopes Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls Can't feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people Light a wooded matchstick Toxic fumes And the burning plastic
Beats are broken Bones are spastic Boom-box talkin' With a southern accent
Voodoo curses Bible tongues Voices comin' From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits Some get-down shit Don't need a good reason To let anything rip
Radio's cold Solar's infected One by one I'll knock you out
God is alone Hardware defective One by one I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making All the damage felt Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Like a laser manifesto Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in Like it's unlimited minutes Going through the motions Just to savor they did it
Treadmill's running Underneath their feet So they feel like they're going somewhere But they're not
So let's put boots On the warehouse floor Comin' to you Like a rope on a chain store
Throwing equipment From a moving van Grab a microphone Like a utility man
Now fix the beat Now break the rest Make a kick drum sound Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck 'Cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full But everybody's double-parked
Cell phone's dead Lost in the desert One by one I'll knock you out
Eye of the sun Is out of its socket One by one I'll knock you out
One by one This jam is real That's right
Eye of the sun Eye of the sun Eye of the sun Eye of the sun
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