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 Cs
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
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 jitney and drive away
In the slipstream we will stay
Stay away away away away away away away
(Instrumental)