Strange [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] #39; 
From the mangled lungs 
Give me some grits 
Some get-down [bad word] 
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 
There's people phonin' in 
Like it's unlimited minutes 
Going through the motions 
Just to savor they did it 
 [bad word] 
Underneath their feet 
So they feel like they're going somewhere 
But they're not 
So let's put boots 
On the warehouse floor  [bad word] #39; to you 
Like a rope on a chainstore 
Throwing equipment 
From a moving van 
Grab a microphone 
Like a utility man 
Now fix the beat 
Now break the rest 
Make a kick [bad word] sound 
Like an S.O.S. 
Get a [bad word] 
Cause it's after dark 
And the dance floor's full 
But everybody's double-parked! 

Cell phone's dead 
Lost in the desert 
One by one 
I'll knock you out 
Eye of the sun 
Is out of its socket 
One by one 
I'll knock you out 
One by one 

This jam is real... that's right 

Eye of the sun 
Eye of the sun 
Eye of the sun 

Ahhhhhhhhhh