Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it awayBeen a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mindTo control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walksNow let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victimsHybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes
And the burning plasticBeats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boom-box talkin'
With a southern accentVoodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungsGive me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't need a good reason
To let anything ripRadio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you outGod is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll knock you outMr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin meltThere's people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to savor they did itTreadmill's running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're notSo let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chain storeThrowing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility manNow fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.Get a tow-truck
'Cause it's after dark
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parkedCell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock you outEye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I'll knock you outOne by one
This jam is real
That's rightEye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun