Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away
Been a long time since the federal dime
Made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind
I need to comb 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 wooden matchstick
Toxic fumes from the burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Robots talking with a southern accent
Hi Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices coming from their mangled lungs
Just gimme some grit
Some get down shit
Don't need a good reason to let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
That's right Do it 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
Like a laser manifesto make a mannequin melt
Cos people phone it in like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions just to say that they did it
Now treadmills running underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere but they're not
So let's put boots on a warehouse floor
Coming 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.
Call a tow truck cos it's after dark
And the dance floor's full but everybody's double parked
Cellphone'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 Knock out This jam's real That's right Yeah
Eye of a sun
Eye of a sun
Eye of a sun
Eye of a sun
Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away
Been a long time since the federal dime
Made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind
Took 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 wooden matchstick
Toxic fumes from the burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Robots talking with a southern accent
Hi Now voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices coming from their mangled lungs
Just gimme some grit
Some get down shit
Don't need a good reason to let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is 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
Like a laser manifesto make a mannequin melt
Cos people phone it in like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions just to say that they did it
Now treadmills running underneath their feet
They feel like they're going somewhere but they're not
So let's put boots on a warehouse floor
Coming 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.
Tow truck cos it's after dark
And the dance floor's full but everybody's double parked
Cellphone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one I'll knock you out The eye of the sun is out of its socket
One by one I'll knock you out
One by one
Knock you out
This jam's real
Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away
Been a long time since the federal dime
Made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind
Took all my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes like a juggernaut walks
Now let down souls can't feel the rhythm
Sorry entertainers like aerobics victims
Hybrid people light a wooden matchstick
Toxic fumes in the burning plastic
(???) now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound like an S.O.S.
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices coming from the mangled lungs
Gimme some grits
Some get down shit
Don't need a good reason to let anyone rip
Here we go
Microphone
Stereo
One by one I'll knock you out
We'll go down
Round and round
Round and round
One by one I'll knock you out
Knock you out
Mr. Microphone making all the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto make a mannequin melt
People (???) its unlimited minutes
Going through the motions just to say that he did it
Now treadmills running in the new jack beats
So you feel like (???)
So lets put boots on the warehouse floor
Coming to you like a rope on a chain store
Throwing equipment from a moving van
Grab a microphone like a utility man
Now break the beat
Fix the rest
Make a kick drum sound like an S.O.S.
Get a tow truck cos it's after dark
And the dance floor's full but everybody's double parked
Here we go
Microphone
Stereo
One by one I'll knock you out
We'll go down
Round and round
Round and round
One by one I'll knock you out
Knock you out
