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. 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