Beck - Ghettochip Malfunction(175 visits)

Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Make notes, burn like broken equipment
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-tested

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
Noise response, applause and handclaps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Makin' points on the verge of pointless
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 calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Yes.
Hi.
(I like your bass.
Your beat is nice.
Yeah, that's it.
Yes. Yes.)

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

Hell yes.













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