Starlings of the slipstream - remastered album track

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