Starlings Of The Slipstream

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 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 jitney, drive away
In the slipstream we will stay
Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Joseph Malkmus
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