When the forest circuit shorts And the wolves surround your wired ports Oh Jupiter your storm is naught! UV lazer beams will dance all night
Just quarantine the chief and squaws And email every breath he draws To the ringtone maker in New York Bleating wilderness; so festive like
Awake, Hiawatha as the howling dies Helicopter purring like a mammoth child
I think we'll put Casinos here make the reservation disappear just swap your tomahawks for tablets dear wade the insect carpet I can make friends
Now tear gas billows as you crawl I see kevlar through the acrid wall Seems the rain-dance worked out after all! Bloodshot eagle spasm all the way down
So curb these addictions, Big-Sea-Water shine information sickness of a worthless kind
Pale face and Pepsi wave - the gentle hum this is what will happen when the waters come
and it's on with the contract You lose enough; all becomes abstract So why don't you do what they ask you? The sickness coming over again
Believe me boy, I circled round the sun before I made the savage onomatopoeia in the bedroom I discovered pink amongst the rushes, carried by the stork I helped deliver you in teepees we erected a flame
and we can stop, son, find the spillage, drop your ipod - save the village, thrashing in a bowl of your germs
and in the end, we bend, but easily break
We're taking to the trees and holes And the orphan boy is coming home Reek of smoke signals and microphones Crown of feathers pressed against the warm glass
And yeah you got bubonic plague but a purple heart is all the rage nobody likes an earthquake Craig it's just a vision that you'll have to trust
So pout, Hiawatha like you smell the trees We can get that Totem sponsored easily
Pale face and Pepsi wave - the gentle hum this is what will happen when the waters come
and it's on with the contract you lose enough; all becomes abstract
Believe me boy, I circled round the sun before I made the savage onomatopoeia in the bedroom I discovered pink amongst the rushes, carried by the stork I helped deliver you in teepees we erected a flame
and we can stop, son, find the spillage, drop your ipod - save the village, thrashing in a bowl of your germs
and we can stop, this, thrashing in a bowl of your germs don't need an atlas, Jesus we knew just who we were
and in the end, we bend, but easily break
Compositores: Calvin Webster Robertshaw, Jonathan Joseph Higgs, Michael David Spearman, Jeremy Joseph Pritchard ECAD: Obra #4153266