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 shit   Don't need a good reason   To let anything rip      Radio's cold   Soul is 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 say that 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 the socket   One by one   I'll knock you out   One by one      This shit is real... that's right      Eye of the sun   Eye of the sun   Eye of the sun      Ahhhhhhhhhh