I heard what you said

the leaders are dead



now they're robbing the skies

you can hear the followers cry



we are starlings in the slipstream

starlings in the slipstream



the language of influence

is cluttered with hard, hard c's

I put a spycam in a sorrority



darlings on the split screen

darlings on the split screen



there are no women in alaska

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 a lowland breed

call a jitney drive away

in the slipstream we will stay

stay away away away