Tv On The Radio

AHey Jackboot!!! F**k Your WAR!! Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin’ on me for sure. But I'm scared to death that I’m livin' a life not worth
dying for. And your plow shear. It's a sword. And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things. Mono crops... Laughter roars. Oh high hilarity!. Oh muck bury me!! Oh standard bearer
carry me burnin’ home from another tour!! Go ahead put your Red Dress on. Days of White Robes have come and gone, come and gone. Oh you rivers, oh you waters run. Come bear witness to the Whore
of Babylon! "Hey Slave" They called. And we caved. We answered. To a new name. Shout it loud shout it lame! But blackface it. You’re such a good dancer. Oh you’re a star. You’re carnival. Jacaranda
petals fall. Mix with the blood of the saints shot down in the square. Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes. When you’re dragged into the back of this car! Go ahead put your Red Dress on.
Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone. Oh you rivers, oh you waters run. Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon! It's a trap. That much is plain. Still, maybe send snapshots of
all your sweet pain. Playin’ tortuous games. It goes: Lense. Light. Fame. Read my names on your lips. When the man cracks the whip. And you'll all shake your hips. And you'll all dance to this.
Without making a fist. And I know that it sounds mundane. But it's a stone cold shame. How they got you tame, and they got me tame. So go ahead put your Red Dress on. Days of white robes come
and gone, come and gone. Oh you rivers, oh you waters run. Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon!!