Beck - Fax Machine Anthem (Dizzee Rascal Remix) lyrics

Looking for my place on a**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 ba** Your beat is nice Yeah, that's it Yes. Yes.) Hell yes