I Was a Lover - TV On The Radio

I was a lover, before this war

Held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door

Now that I’ve cleaned up, gone legit

I can see clearly: round hole

Round whole, square peg don’t fit

I’m locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns

My clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there’s no one around

Mano y mano, on a bed of nails

Bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails

And we don’t make eye contact, when we have run-in's in town

Just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground

I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert

In a slow dance with commerce

Like a lens up a skirt

And we liked to party

And we kept it live

And we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang

To keep a handle on all this jive

Ennui unbridled, let’s talk to kill the time

How many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?

And it’s been a while since we went wild and that’s all fine

But we’re sleepwalking through this trial

And it’s really a crime it’s really a crime it’s really a crime

It’s really criminal

We’re just busy tempting, like fate’s on the nod

Running on empty, bourbon and god

It’s been a while since we knew the way

And it’s been even longer since our plastic priest class

Had a goddamned thing to say

I was a lover before this war