Beck - Fax Machine Anthem lyrics

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

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

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.