Beck - Hell Yes |
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Hell Yes
Looking for my place on assembly lines Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up in purple Make notes, burn like broken equipment Smoke rings blow from across the disco 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 Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing 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 Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct (Hi. Yeah, that's it Yea, that's it Yea, that's it Hi) Stretched to the limit, attention spared Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow Makin' points on the verge of pointless Noise response, applause and handclaps Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare Look for the common, not superficial Code Red Cola ? 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 Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates Yes. Hi. (I like your bass. Your beat is nice. Yeah, that's it. Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing Yes. Yes.) Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 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 Hell yes. |
