The Wanderer
Kid A
why art thou sick,
young soldier?
you have moved violently in the arms of your lover's
touch; has made you firm
in this life, in this bed
purest of snow, creeps around an angry red sun
black widow,
web of white lies
your leaders talk, and talk, and spin you around
hazy Hollywood skies
puppetry and posy
you say it's all black and white, I say it's all the movies
young soldier?
you have moved violently in the arms of your lover's
touch; has made you firm
in this life, in this bed
purest of snow, creeps around an angry red sun
black widow,
web of white lies
your leaders talk, and talk, and spin you around
hazy Hollywood skies
puppetry and posy
you say it's all black and white, I say it's all the movies