Hell
Beck Lyrics


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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
(Please enjoy)
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

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
(Please enjoy)
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Beck’s song “Hell” satirize contemporary society and its institutions. The assembly lines and fake prizes represent the monotony and emptiness of the modern workplace. The bomb holes imply past war and destruction, perhaps suggesting that society is built on violence and destruction. The “skeleton boys” may refer to soldiers or perhaps people who have lost their identity in a world of conformity. The smoke rings and disco create an image of frivolity and excess. The bank notes burning suggest that money and capitalism are failing.


The song suggests that the current state of society has led to thought control and ghost-written confessions, which in turn create two-dimensional, dumbed-down humans. The company missiles and rent-a-cops show a world where power is crude and dangerous. The “paper mache cliche wasted hate taste tested” emphasizes the way society creates and consumes hate and negativity as if they were products. The chorus of the song provides a call to action, a defiance against this system, but also an acceptance of it. The singer acknowledges that they are “movin’ this way” and “turnin’ it on,” indicating that they are participating in and complicit with the current state of society, but also they’re aware of it.


Interestingly, the song’s title, “Hell,” is only mentioned once in the song, and not even in the chorus. The song is essentially a critique of modernity and the systems in place that keep people complacent. The music video for the song features Beck traveling through various scenarios that illustrate the lyrics, including a factory, a dance club, and a record store. The song was released in 2005 as part of Beck’s album "Guero" and features a guest rap from the artist's friend, rapper Dirt McGirt (a.k.a. Ol' Dirty Bastard).


Line by Line Meaning

Looking for my place
Searching for a sense of belonging or purpose.


On assembly lines
Trapped in a monotonous, robotic lifestyle.


Fake prizes
Material possessions or achievements that offer no real fulfillment or satisfaction.


Risin' out of the bomb holes
Referring to the devastating effects of war and destruction.


Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Struggling or suffering individuals relying on drugs for escape or numbness.


Smoke rings blow from across the disco
A decadent and superficial scene filled with vice and indulgence.


Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Money and wealth losing their value and becoming useless.


Lookin' for shelter readjust your position
Urging the listener to adapt to the harsh realities of the world and seek safety or refuge.


Thought control ghost written confessions
Society and media manipulating or distorting one's thoughts and beliefs.


Two dimensions dumb your head down
Living in a shallow or simple-minded existence that hinders growth and intellect.


Duck don't look now company missiles
Avoiding the danger or destruction caused by the corporate world or capitalist society.


Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Those in power using any means necessary to maintain control and order, even to the point of being perverse or corrupt.


Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Pursuing unattainable or illusory goals that are flimsy and fragile.


Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Rehashed, uninspired negativity that offers nothing new or constructive.


Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
Expressing a confident and determined attitude toward taking control of one's life and choices.


(please enjoy)
Sarcastically acknowledging the superficial and shallow nature of modern entertainment and culture.


Hell yes I'm turnin' it on
Activating one's potential and energy to make a difference or create change.


I'm workin' my legs hell yes
Taking action and making progress through hard work and determination.


I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
Challenging and confronting others or oneself to break out of a stagnant mindset or routine.


I'm cleanin' the floor my beat is correct
Focusing on the details and foundation of one's pursuits in order to build a strong and solid path forward.


Stretched to the limit attention spans
Descending into a world of distraction and confusion while grasping for external stimulation.


Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Retreating or collapsing into mindless entertainment or humor as a means of escape.


Noise response applause and hand claps
Blindly following or accepting societal norms, trends, or expectations.


Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Experiencing a sensory overload of colors, sounds, or information that overwhelms or confuses.


Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Being pushed past one's limits or capacity with no clear or meaningful outcome or purpose.


Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Unqualified or undeserving individuals being praised and celebrated by the masses or media.


Look for the common not superficial
Encouraging people to search for genuine connections and humanity rather than shallow or superficial qualities.


Code red cola war conformity crisis
The oppressive and harmful effects of corporate consumerism and societal conformity.


Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
Influential or revered figures altering or distorting their own beliefs or values for personal gain or self-preservation.


With magic markers running out of their ink
Fading or losing the power or influence of one's ideas or efforts, often due to external forces or struggles.


Lives in white out
Existing in a state of confusion or uncertainty where clarity or direction are elusive.


Turn the lights out
Suggesting an end or conclusion to a situation or experience.


Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Mocking or criticizing the use of superficial or meaningless entertainment as a form of control or manipulation.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, BECK DAVID HANSEN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Disisdabeast

Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Rising out of the bombholes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Looking 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
Making their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested

[Chorus]
Hell yes i'm moving this way i'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes i'm turning it on
I'm working my legs hell yes
I'm calling you out i'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleaning the floor my beat is correct

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Hell yes i'm moving this way i'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes i'm turning it on i'm working my legs
Hell yes i'm calling you out i'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleaning the floor
My beat is correct

[Outro]
(I like your bass)
Yes
(Your beat is nice)
Yes
Hell yes
Hell yes
Hell yes
Hell yes
Yes



All comments from YouTube:

@dokydoky

who was like HELL YES when they saw Beck declare he is not a Scientologist anymore

@ItsNotDarkYet

In the interview he actually said he was never a Scientologist.

@shannonnonameinilovecats0

Cool✌️

@mackenziedonahue7644

Who cares what he is as long as he keeps making music, I'd prefer him to get back to his Mellow Gold, Golden Feelings, and One Foot in the Grave albums. I love all his music but his old stuff touched me differently! In a good way! Lol

@jmarty1000

Oh no, what if he's now a Humanist? What will happen next?

@Denys_Fresh_Flesh

can you just quit that gang that easy without repercussions??

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@chrismulligan5242

Beck is so underrated

@lisakarson3279

absolutely

@savvysymbiont

Hell Yes...!

@joebegley6928

How can someone who just won Best Album at The Grammys be underrated?

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