Letra de Dancing Choose - Tv On The Radio

He's a what? He's a what?
He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas
From a newspaper stand
From his boots to his pants
To his comments and his rants
He knows that any little article will do

Though he expresses some confusion
'Bout his part in the plan
And he can't understand
That he's not in command
The decisions underwritten
By the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for his weimariner, too

Now I'm no mad man
But that's insanity
Feast before famine
And more before family
Goes and shows up with
More bowls and more cups
And the riot for the last hot meal erupts

Corrupts his hard drive
Through the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash
For the sickest stunts
On aftershave, on gasoline
He flips the page and turns the scene

In my mind I'm drowning butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis
That's fine

I've seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollowtone
It's time

Eye on authority
Thumb prints a forgery
Boy, ain't it crazy what the lights can do
For counterfeit community
Every opportunity
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Wasted as the space
Between the flash tattoo

And the half-hearted hologram
Posed for the party
Now he gloss full bleed
On a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs
Credit card autograph
Down for the record, but not for freedom

Angry young mannequin
American, apparently
Still to the rhythm
Better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision
Better tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead
Blank transparency

In the days of old you were a nut
Now you need three bumps before you cut
Not that I should care about
Nothing I ain't scared of, but
I guess you had to be there

In my mind I'm breeding butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis
That's fine

I've seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollowtone
In time

I see you figured in your action pose
Foam-injected Axl Rose
Life size

Should something shake you and you drop the news
Lord, just keep your dancing shoes
Off mine