Cellphone`s Dead |
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Cellphone`s Dead Lyrics |
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 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 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 Boombox 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 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 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 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 Ahhhhhhhhhh |
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