Snakes and Martyrs - TV On The Radio

Everyone makes the same wave at the same time

(like pebbles on water)

And we call all those interrupting lines

(sons and daughters)

A community

So let’s join hands in some

Blessed unity

But brother

I don’t wanna know ya

I don’t even wanna know ya

And sister

I don’t wanna know ya

I don’t even wanna know ya

But we’re trapped

In this lovely mess

I hold you close and smile

Fake, like they do way out west

So many medicines for

So many heads, and

I’d help you clean those skeletons

From under your bed, but

I don’t even know ya

How could it be me that sends you?

Darling

Didn’t your momma

Tell you 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

Sadness isn’t any way to explain

(Sadness isn’t any way to explain)

We’ll probably crash heads throughout (?)

(I know you’re crying tonight)

The course of this sin

(drunk and insane)

It’s as simple as the way you wear your unpolished shoes

And your righteous rays (a rainbow)

But all I know is your blues ain’t like my blues

And why would they be?

If there’s one commonality

It’s that that feeling’s mutual

Given time you’ll see

You’ll see