They’re counting missiles on TV
Another general on his knees
For oil, gold, a piece of land
While lovers slip a gentle hand
Wall Street eats another soul
Politicians lose control
But in my bedroom, shades pulled low
We got a currency they’ll never know
Why chase a war when you can chase a shiver? (hey!)
Under the blanket, we’re rich as a river
No tank, no bomb, no CEO
Just skin on skin and the radio slow
This is the anthem of the tangled feet
Where funk is the prayer and the groove is the beat
They sell us fear, they sell us hate
A seven news at eight date
But I’ve got a calendar of sighs
And the map of your inner thighs
Greed is a lonely, hollow game
Power is a crutch and a shame
But cuddles? That’s a coup d’état
Against the generals of blah blah blah
Why chase a war when you can chase a shiver? (hey!)
Under the blanket, we’re rich as a river
No tank, no bomb, no CEO
Just skin on skin and the radio slow
This is the anthem of the tangled feet
Where funk is the prayer and the groove is the beat
They say: “Be afraid. Buy. Obey.”
I say: “Pass the pillow. Let’s delay.”
You wanna change the world?
Start with a slow grind.
Kid Creole told me –
Love is the only weapon that rewinds the mind.
Under the cover… no general comes.
Under the cover… we beat the drums.
Not of war – of something sweeter.
Come here, baby. I’m your secret leader.
Give me the quilt, not the quarter (hey!)
Give me the kiss, not the order (what!)
Funk the bomb! Funk the bank!
Under the covers is where we rank.
Yeah… fade with brass lick and a sleepy sigh