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 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 jittney, drive away

In the slipstream we will stay

Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away