Στοίχοι: TV On The Radio. Dear Science. Crying.

Laugh in the face of death under masthead.
Hold your breath through late breaking disasters,
Next to news of the trite.
And the codes
And the feelings that meant to be noble
Like coke in the nose of the nobles
Keeps it alight.

And the wrath
And the riots
And the races on fire
And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight.

Got you

cryin'
cryin'
Oh whyin'
Oh my my my

Gold is another word for culture.
Leads to fattening
Of the vultures
Till this bird can barely fly.

And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches
While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned.
The writings
On your wall

And the blood on the cradle
And the ashes you wade through
Got you callin' God's name in vain
Leaved the damned to damn it all!

's got you

cryin'
Cryin'
Oh whyin'
Oh my my my

Broken nose, coloured glasses
Can't see for the thorns
And you just can't stand no more!
What a clumsy kind of low
Time to take the wheel and the road
From the masters
Take this car, drive it straight into the wall
Build it back up from the floor.

And stop our

Cryin'
Cryin'
Oh whyin'
Oh my my my

Our cryin'
Our cryin'
Our cryin'

Still you try, try, try