Fax Machine Anthem
By: Beck Hansen, The Dust Brothers

Written by: Beck Hansen, The Dust Brothers

Version Of: Hell Yes

This Version:
 
Lyrics:
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
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Stretched to the limit, attention spans snap back
Retract, collapse into 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
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hell yes
Hell yes
Yea that's it.
Yea that's it.
Hai.
Yea that's it.
Yea that's it.
Yes.
I like your bass.
Yes.
Your beat is nice.
Yes.
Hell yes.
Hai.
Hell yes.
Hell yes.
Hell yes.
Hai.
 
The Song:

"Fax Machine Anthem" is Dizzee Rascal's remix of "Hell Yes."

Dizzee provides a very minimal synth groove, much like his own songs. I kind of wish Dizzee added a rap to it though. That's the only thing missing.
 
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