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BECK lyrics : "Fax Machine Anthem (Dizzee Rascal Remix)"

Looking for my place on $$#embly 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

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