TV On The Radio
"Snakes And Martyrs"

Everyone makes the same wave at the same time,
like pebbles on water,
And we call all those inturupting lines,
sons and daughters,
A community so lets join hands in some blessed unity,
but brother
i don't wanna know ya
i don't even want to know ya
and sister
i don't wanna know ya
i don't even want to know ya
but we're trapt in this lovely mess,
hold you close and smile,
fake like they do way out west
so many medicines for so many heads and
i'll help you clean those skeletons from under your bed but
i don't even know ya
how could it be me that sends you
darlin
didn't your mama, tell not to let no stranger bend you
probably someone here that could help to mend you
but it's not me
got my own anxiety
saddness isn't any way to explain
i know your crying tonight
don't end insane
it's as simple as the way you wear your unpolished shoes
and your righteous ways, are made low
but all i know is your blues ain't like my blues
and why would they be?
if there's one comminality its that that feelin in mutual
given time you'll see
you'll see