Beck's lyrics delve into the chaotic, consumer-driven world, painting a picture of modern life's superficiality and disillusionment. The "assembly lines" and "fake prizes" highlight the mechanical nature of societal expectations, while "skeleton boys hyped up on purple" suggests a disenchanted youth distracted by fleeting pleasures. The imagery of "bank notes burn like broken equipment" critiques the fragility and destructiveness of capitalistic pursuits. 📉 Moreover, phrases like "code red cola war" and "conformity crisis" emphasize a world in turmoil where trivial rivalries overshadow genuine issues. Beck advocates for authenticity and self-awareness, imploring listeners to "look for the common not superficial." The repeated refrain of "Hell yes" is a declaration of defiance and self-expression, celebrating individuality and a break from societal chains. "My beat is correct" signifies finding one's true rhythm amidst life's noise. ✊
Hell Yes
Lyrics
Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin' out of the bomb-holes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin' for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
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Hell yes I'm turnin' it on
I'm workin' my legs hell yes
I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
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Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers 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 damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
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Hell yes I'm turnin' it on I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor
My beat is correct
Writer(s): JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, BECK DAVID HANSEN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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