By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
Strangeways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away
That's right
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
Yeah that's right
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
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices coming from their mangled lungs
That's right
Just gimme some grits
Some get down shit
Don't need a good reason to let anything rip
Radio's cold
That's right
Soul is infected
God is alone
Hardware defective
That's right
One by one I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making all the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto make a mannequin melt
That's right
Cos people phone it in like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions just to say that they did it
Treadmills running underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere but they're not
That's right
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
That's right
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make the kick drum sound like an S.O.S.
Get a tow truck cos its after dark
By one
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double parked
By one
That's right
Cellphone's dead
By one
We're lost in the desert
That's right
One by one I'll knock you out
By one
The eye of the sun
That's right
Is out of its socket
One by one I'll knock you out
One by one
By one
That's right
This jam is real
That's right
By one
That's right
Yeah
By one
That's right
Eye of the sun
By one
Eye of the sun
That's right
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
Mind
Eye of the sun
Fix my thoughts
By one
That's right
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Matchstick
By one
That's right
Plastic
Spastic
By one
That's right
Need a good reason to let anything rip
By one
That's right
That's right
Feel it
By one
That's right
Damage felt
By one
That's right
Melt
Feet
By one
That's right
But not
Chain store
Van
By one
That's right
Break the rest
S.O.S.
Dark
By one
That's right
Everyone is double parked
By one
That's right
Right
By one
That's right
Yeah
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
Mind
Fix my thoughts
Yeah
By one
That's right
Matchstick
Plastic
By one
Spastic
That's right
By one
That's right
Need a good reason to let anything rip
That's right
By one
Feel it
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
Yeah
Mind
Fix my thoughts
Yeah
One by one
That's right
Matchstick
Plastic
Spastic
By one
That's right
By one
Need a good reason to let anything rip
That's right
That's right
Feel it
By one
That's right
By one
Eye of the sun
That's right
Eye of the sun
Damage felt
Eye of the sun
Melt
Eye of the sun
By one
That's right
Feet
But not
By one
That's right
Chain store
Van
Break the rest
By one
That's right
Fix the rest
Dark
Double parked
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
Strangeways 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
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices coming from their mangled lungs
Just gimme some grits
Some get down shit
Don't need a good reason to let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
That's right
Feel it
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one I'll knock you out
By one
Damage felt
That's right
Melt
By one
That's right
Feet
But not
Chain store
By one
That's right
Break the rest
S.O.S.
By one
Dark
That's right
Everybody's double parked
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
By one
That's right
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The Information
Cellphone's Dead
PUBLISHED BY:
Plastic Kosmos Music
YEAR RELEASED:
2007
LENGTH:
14:38
REMIX OF:
Cellphone's Dead
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
REMIXED BY:
Villalobos
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals
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