Letra de Starlings Of The Slipstream

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 Cs
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, away