Motorcade
Lyrics 
These toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow is the ghost of a bomb
Skyscraper standing in a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight is searching for no one
full lyrics... 
These toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow is the ghost of a bomb
Skyscraper standing in a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight is searching for no one
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentation
electronica influences
a subtle use of paired vocal harmony
extensive vamping
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
a good dose of acoustic guitar pickin'
a dynamic male vocalist
acoustic rhythm guitars
mallet percussion

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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These toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off
Publishers: PLASTIC KOSMOS MUSIC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The sky creatures dance in a parking lot wind
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
Skyscraper standing in a desert alone
The Lord will take his motorcade and drive us into the dirt
There's a light beaming through the galaxy
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
If there's hope in a roadblock, guns in a church
The shadow of a shadow is the ghost of a bomb
There's a skyscraper on the moon
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
Songwriters: Nigel Godrich, Beck Hansen
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
And a man standing on a window, forty-second floor
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
A helicopter searchlight is searching for no one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
That blows from a Tundra where the jungle begins
Telling me everything's gonna be okay
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
The smokestack clouds with glory attached