CELL PHONE'S DEAD
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この曲の歌詞
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…)
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