Lyrics Red Dress (THE GLITCH MOB Remix) - TV on the Radio
Hey
Jackboot,
fuck
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
ploughshare,
it′s
a
sword
And
its
wide
arcing
swing
chops
the
heads
off
of
many
things
Mono
crops,
laughter
roars
Oh
high
hilarity!
Oh
multifarity!
Oh
standards
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'
torturous
games
It
goes:
Lens.
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.
And
they
got
you
tame,
and
they
got
me
tame
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
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