Текст песни BECK - Cellphone's Dead
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Текст песни BECK - Cellphone's Dead
Strange ways coming todayI put a dollar in my pocketAnd I threw it awayBeen a long timeSince a federal dimeMade a jukebox soundLike a mirror in my mindControl my worries( )Fix my thoughtsThrow my hopesLike a juggernaut walksNow let-down soulsCan't feel no rhythmSorry entertainersLike aerobics victimsHybrid peopleLight a wooded matchstickToxic fumes and theBurning plasticBeats are brokenBones are spasticBoombox talkin'With a southern accentVoodoo cursesBible tonguesVoices comin'From the mangled lungsGive me some gritsSome get-down shitDon't need a good reasonTo let anything ripRadio's coldSolar's infectedOne by oneI'll knock you outGod is aloneHardware defectiveOne by oneI'll knock you outMr. Microphone makingAll the damage feltLike a laser manifestoMake a mannequin meltThere's people phonin' inLike it's unlimited minutesGoing through the motionsJust to savor they did itTreadmill's runningUnderneath their feetSo they feel like they're going somewhereBut they're notSo let's put bootsOn the warehouse floorComin' to youLike a rope on a chainstoreThrowing equipmentFrom a moving vanGrab a microphoneLike a utility manNow fix the beatNow break the restMake a kick drum soundLike an S.O.S.Get a tow-truckCause it's after darkAnd the dance floor's fullBut everybody's double-parked!Cell phone's deadLost in the desertOne by oneI'll knock you outEye of the sunIs out of its socketOne by oneI'll knock you outOne by oneThis jam is real... that's rightEye of the sunEye of the sunEye of the sunAhhhhhhhhhh