Paroles: The National. Afraid Of Everyone.

Venom radio and venom television
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
They're the young blue bodies
With the old red bodies
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try

Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don't have the drugs to sort
I don't have the drugs to sort it out
Sort it out

I'll defend my family with my orange umbrella
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
With my shining blue star
Spangling anekatips tennis shoes on
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone

With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like

But I don't have the drugs to sort
I don't have the drugs to sort it out
Sort it out
I don't have the drugs to sort it out
Sort it out

Your voice is swallowing my soul, soul, soul
(repeat)