Lyrics:

Strange ways coming todayI put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away Been a long time since the federal dimeMade a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mindTo comb my worries, fix my thoughtsThrow my hopes like a juggernaut walks Now let-down souls can''t feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers like aerobics victimsHybrid people light a wooded matchstickToxic fumes from the burning plasticBeats are broken, bones are spasticRobots talkin'' with a southern accentVoodoo curses, Bible tonguesVoices comin'' from the mangled lungsGive me some grit, some get-down shitDon''t need a good reason to let anything rip Radio''s cold, soul is infectedOne by one, I''ll knock you out God is alone, hardware defectiveOne by one, I''ll knock you out Mr. Microphone making all the damage felt Like a laser manifesto make a mannequin meltThere''s people phonin'' in like it''s unlimited minutesGoing through the motions just to say that they did itTreadmill''s running underneath their feetSo they feel like they''re going somewhere, but they''re notSo let''s put boots on the warehouse floorComin'' to you like a rope on the chainstoreThrowing equipment from a moving van Grab a microphone like a utility man Now 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 desertOne by one, I''ll knock you outEye of the sun is out of its socketOne by one, I''ll knock you outOne by one, I''ll knock you outThis jam is real... that''s right Eye of the sun Eye of the sun Eye of the sunEye of the sunAhhhhhhhhhh