Strange ways coming 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
Voices comin'

From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down %#@!

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
Treadmill's running

Underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're not

So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' 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 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-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