Starlings of the Slipstream

歌詞

I heard what you said The leaders are dead They're robbing the skies I can hear their followers cry Starlings in the slipstream Starlings in the slipstream Starlings in the slipstream Starlings in the slipstream The language of influence Is cluttered with hard hard C's And I put a spy-cam In a sorority Darlings on the split-screen Darlings on the split-screen Darlings on the split-screen Darlings on the split-screen There's no women in Alaska There's no Creoles in Vermont There's no coast of Nebraska My mother, I forgot Slavic princess with a rose in her teeth, do you suppose she would bite you if she could? Insane cobra split the wood, trader of the lowland breed Call a jittney, drive away, in the slipstream we will stay Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away