Cellphone's Dead Lyrics - Beck

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 

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 from the burning plastic 

Beats are broken, bones are spastic, Robots talkin' with a southern accent 

Voodoo curses, Bible tongues, voices comin' from the mangled lungs 

Give me 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] 

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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 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 

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] 

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[One by one This jam is real... that's right] 

Eye of the sun 

Eye of the sun 

Eye of the sun 

Ahhhhhhhhhh