Beck

Fax Machine Anthem

Beck


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 
Bank 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 
(Please enjoy) 
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 
(Please enjoy) 
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 

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? War conformity 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 
(Please enjoy) 
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 
(Please enjoy) 
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 

(Hi. Yeah, that's it 
Let me see 
Yea, that's it 
Let me see 
Yea, that's it 
Hi) 

Let me see, Yeah, that's it 
Let me see, seriously, Yea, that's it 

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

Hell yes.