CELL PHONE'S DEAD

Strangeways 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 I need to comb 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 wooden matchstick Toxic fumes from the burning plastic Beats all broken bones are spastic Robots talking with a southern accent Voodoo curses bible tongues Voices coming from their mangled lungs Just gimme some grit, some get down shit Don't need a good reason to let anything rip Radio's cold soul is 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 Cos people phone it in like it's unlimited minutes Going through the motions just to say that they did it Now treadmills running underneath their feet So they feel like they're going somewhere but they're not So lets put boots on a warehouse floor Coming to you like a rope on a chain-store Thowing equipment from a moving van Grab a microphone like a untility man Fix the beat now break the rest Make a kick drum sound like an S.O.S Call a tow truck cos it's after dark And the dance floor's full but everybody's double parked Cellphone's dead We're lost in a desert (One by one I'll knock you out) The eye of the sun is out of it's socket (One by one I'll knock you out…)