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Beck – Fax Machine Anthem Lyrics

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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, dont 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 Im moving this way, Im doing this thing
Please enjoy
Hell yes, now Im turning it on, Im working my legs
Hell yes, now Im calling you out, Im switching my plates
Please enjoy
Hell yes now Im 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 hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers 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 Im moving this way, Im doing this thing
Please enjoy
Hell yes, now Im turning it on, Im working my legs
Hell yes, now Im calling you out, Im switching my plates
Please enjoy
Hell yes, now Im cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hi, yeah, thats it
Let me see, yeah, thats it
Let me see, yeah, thats it
Hi

Let me see, yeah, thats it
Let me see, seriously, Yea, thats it

Yes, hi
I like your bass
Your beat is nice, yeah, thats it
Yes, yes
Hell yes

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