Beck Cellphone`s Dead Lyrics

Cellphone`s Dead Lyrics

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 control 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

And the burning plastic



Beats are broken

Bones are spastic

Boom-box talkin'

With a southern accent



Voodoo curses

Bible tongues

Voices comin'

From the mangled lungs



Give me some grits

Some get-down shit

Don't need a good reason

To let anything rip



Radio's cold

Solar's infected

One by one

I'll knock you out



God is alone

Hardware defective

One by one

I'll knock you out



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 savor 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 chain store



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



One by one

This jam is real

That's right



Eye of the sun

Eye of the sun

Eye of the sun

Eye of the sun