MOG

So they feel like they're going somewhere
Voices comin'
Make a mannequin melt

Like a juggernaut walks

Now let-down souls
Light a wooded matchstick
From the mangled lungs
To let anything rip
Treadmill's running

I'll knock you out
Grab a microphone

Like a mirror in my mind
Beats are broken

Lost in the desert
Like aerobics victims
From a moving van
God is alone
Like it's unlimited minutes
To control my worries
So let's put boots

Hybrid people
With a southern accent
Hardware defective

Toxic fumes
But they're not

Voodoo curses
Can't feel no rhythm

Comin' to you

I'll knock you out
Like a rope on a chain store
Bible tongues
Don't need a good reason
Underneath their feet
I'll knock you out
Some get-down shit
Like an S.O.S.
One by one
'Cause it's after dark
Give me some grits
That's right
Made a jukebox sound
Now fix the beat

Solar's infected
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked
Fix my thoughts

One by one
Throwing equipment
Going through the motions
Boom-box talkin'
This jam is real

Radio's cold
All the damage felt

And I threw it away
Eye of the sun
Throw my hopes
One by one

Mr. Microphone making
Eye of the sun
Cell phone's dead
Bones are spastic
Make a kick drum sound
On the warehouse floor
Eye of the sun
And the burning plastic

Like a utility man
Eye of the sun
Now break the rest
One by one
Get a tow-truck
Been a long time
Just to savor they did it
There's people phonin' in
Like a laser manifesto
One by one
Since a federal dime
Is out of its socket

Sorry entertainers
I'll knock you out