Tv On The Radio

Yeah, burned up all your credit
On a family of kids who pop your pills
And smoke your pipe
And after the war, broke your piggy bank
Ah, the bastards broke the world this time
So we sleep with our guns
And no jive won't get done
But we're heavy and high
Oh, stuck in the middle of a silly little riddle
Control your damn control till it blows your mind
Oh dance, don't stop
Oh, do the no future, do the no future shock
Don't stop
Oh, do the no future, do the no future
Oh, you're aware, blow your top
Oh, do the no future, do the no future
Oh you're aware, blow your top
Oh, do the no future, do the no future
Oh Mother dear, did they really cop a feel
Before they robbed you blind?
We're all lacking nourishment
We searched around the world
Looks like a man's gon' drop
Oh, tell, tell, tell me, baby girl
Born into this burning world, are you ready?
Here comes the cop to lock us up for smoking crack
Well, [?]
Blow mountaintops, are you, ah, ready?
Oh dance, don't stop
Oh, do the no future, do the no future shock
Don't stop
Oh, do the no future, do the no future shock
Don't stop