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TV on the Radio - New Cannonball Blues lyrics
Hey girls, hey boys, no, don't mind the noise
 It's just the sound of being dragged ahead
 It's just a pornographic annulationship
 As we watch the spider's web eat itself
All this death above, extinguishing
 All that you've ever known
 Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting
 In the seeds that your parents sew
It's got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball
 Loud enough to break your bones
 But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone
 So sing it with me like it's your own
It's got me fucked up and dried up, and fed up, can't get up
 And bleeding and crying like I'm mad at the song
 I'm a carbon copy, now they got me up
 Oh, look at where we're going
It's got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning
 And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run
 You're a carbon copy, now they got me up
 Oh, look at where we're going
You're getting bothered staying low like under four hundred blows
 Makes you feel like you are all by yourself
 So when the chance comes along where you could help out a wrong
 The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf
But it's heavy, I'm not ready
 Do you feel like you're swimming in the notes?
 Well baby, follow the sound that's shooting out of your crown
 There's only one way up from the floor
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It's got me fucked up and dried up, and fed up, can't get up
 And bleeding and crying like I'm mad at the song
 I'm a carbon copy, now they got me up
 Oh, look at where we're going
It's got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning
 And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run
 You're a carbon copy, now they got me up
 Oh, look at where we're going
Now gonna kick toe, gonna run right forward
 Lord, not the first time we've imposed a locked door
 Oh critter, fight back, it's your sole reward
 Below with your fist up, brush the dust off
 Boy, it's got, got, it's got me singing
Blues that hit you like a cannonball
 And loud enough to break your bones
 But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone
 So sing it with me like it's your own
Those blues, they hit you like a cannonball
 Loud enough to break your bones
 But wish the rising in love before we're taking the throne
 So sing it with me like it's your own
You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up
 Hey baby, get ready 'cause yeah, yeah, it's gonna come
 If we want to see what's possible for a, a better way right now
You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up
 Hey baby, get ready 'cause yeah, yeah it's gonna come
 When the truth is spoken, love's unbroken
 Nothing's gonna weigh us down















