Lyrics TV on the Radio

TV on the Radio

Red Dress

Hey Jackboot

Fuck your war

Cause I'm fat and in love

and no bombs are falling on me for sure

But I'm scared to death

That I'm living 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 burning 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 black face 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

Playing 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