Daft Wader
by Damon Albarn
From the album: The Nearer the Fountain, More Pure the Stream Flows
Duration: 3:28
Lyrics for Daft Wader
Farewell martyr Whipping flame We will put up our red flags and cry In bright coloured plastic chairs Beneath the towers catching the higher airs Then light up bonfires for you Oh, cross dressers Cross dressers 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