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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, 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.
  • 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.