Fax Machine Anthem Lyrics - Beck

Looking for my place on assembly lines 

Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes 

Skeleton boys hyped up in purple 

Smoke rings blow from across the disco 

Bank notes, burn like broken equipment 

Looking for shelter via juxtaposition 

Thought control, those written confessions 

Two dimensions, dumb your head down 

Duck, don't look now, company missiles 

Power is raunchy when the cops are watching 

Make your dreams out of paper mache 

Clinched wasted hate taste-tested 

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Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing 

(Please enjoy) 

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs 

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates 

(Please enjoy) 

Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 

Stretched to the limit, attention spared 

Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks 

Noise response, applause and handclaps 

Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow 

Makin' points on the verge of pointless 

Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare 

Look for the common, not superficial 

Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis 

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles 

With magic markers running out of their ink 

Lives and White Out, turn the lights out 

Fax machine anthems; get your damned hands up 

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Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing 

(Please enjoy) 

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs 

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates 

(Please enjoy) 

Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 

(Hi. Yeah, that's it 

Let me see 

Yea, that's it 

Let me see 

Yea, that's it 

Hi) 

Let me see, Yeah, that's it 

Let me see, seriously, Yea, that's it 

Yes. 

Hi. 

(I like your bass. 

Your beat is nice. 

Yeah, that's it. 

Yes. Yes.) 

Hell yes.