I heard what you said
the leaders are dead
they're robbing the skies
i can hear their followers cry:
ah...ooh...starlings in the slipstream
ah...ooh...starlings in the slipstream
ah...ooh...starlings in the slipstream
ah...ooh...starlings in the slipstream
The language of influence
is cluttered with hard hard c's
and i put a spy-cam in a sorority
ah...ooh...darlings on the split-screen
ah...ooh...darlings on the split-screen
ah...ooh...darlings on the split-screen
ah...ooh...darlings on the split-screen
ah...ooh
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, away