Beck - Cellphone's Dead lyrics
[Beck - Cellphone's Dead lyrics]
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
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 wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the burning plastic
Beats are broken, bones are spastic
Boombox talking with a southern accent (Hi)
Voodoo curses, bible tongues
Voices coming from the mangled lungs
Give me some grit's, 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
There's people phoning in like
It's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions just to
Say that 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
Coming to you like a rope on a chainstore
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 SOS
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 it's 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 ah-h-hh
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
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 wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the burning plastic
Beats are broken, bones are spastic
Boombox talking with a southern accent (Hi)
Voodoo curses, bible tongues
Voices coming from the mangled lungs
Give me some grit's, 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
There's people phoning in like
It's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions just to
Say that 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
Coming to you like a rope on a chainstore
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 SOS
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 it's 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 ah-h-hh