Damon Albarn - Daft Wader Lyrics

Farewell martyr
Whipping flame
We will put up our red flags and cry

In bright colored plastic chairs
Beneath the towers, catching the higher airs
Then light up bonfires for you

Oh, crossdressers
Crossdressers of these terrible roads
Your love is great
And the nasalar
In his beaten up old car
Is taking the particles back home again

Soon (you'll be dancing)
You'll be dancing
Where the made up gods have set their clocks on you
And the rockets we let off are hidden now beneath the snow