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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
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
Boombox 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 chainstore
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

Ahhhhhhhhhh
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