Damon Albarn - Daft Wader lyrics

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 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 Where the made up gods have set their clocks on you And the rockets we let off arе hidden now beneath thе snow