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Cellphones Dead

アーティスト:Beck  アルバム:The Information  作詞:HANSEN BECK  作曲:HANSEN BECK 

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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


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