Beck – Hell Yes

Looking for my place on assembly 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, readjust your position

Thought control, ghostwritten confessions

Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don’t look now, company missiles

Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching

Make your dreams out of paper mache

Cliched 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

Peace and joy

Hell yes now I’m cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Stretched to the limit, attention spans snap back

Retract, collapsin’ the laugh tracks

Noise response, applause and handclaps

Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Breakin’ 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 in 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

Peace and joy.

Hell yes. now I’m cleaning the floor, my beat is correct.

Yes (Hai) Umisei(?)

Yeah, That’s it. (repeated)

Umisei sumisei(?)

Yes.

I like your bass.

Yes.

Your beat is nice.

Yes.

Hell yes.

Hai.

Hell Yes.

Hell Yes. (gasp)

Hell Yes.

Yes.

Hai.