Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Make your dreams out of Papier-mache
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Looking for my place on assembly lines
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
Hell yes
Clinched wasted hate taste tested
Publishers: DUST BROTHERS MUSIC, PLASTIC KOSMOS MUSIC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I like your bass, I like your bass
Yea, that's it, hi
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Your beat is nice, your beat is nice
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Yeah, that's it, yeah, that's it, yes, yes
Hi, yeah, that's it, let me see
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Yes, now I'm moving this way
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on I'm working my legs
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Yes, yes, hi, hi
Thought control, those written confessions
Songwriters: Beck Hansen, John King, Mike Simpson
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Make notes, burn like broken equipment
Yea, that's it, let me see
Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Look for the common, not superficial
With magic markers running out of their ink
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis