The leaders are dead
Now they're robbing the skies
I can hear the followers cry

Ah whoo
Starlings in the slipstream
Ah whoo
Starlings in the slipstream
Ah whoo
Starlings in the slipstream
Ah whoo
Starlings in the slipstream

The language of influence
Is cluttered with ha-hard c's
I put a spycam
In a sorority

Ah whoo
Darling on the splitscreen
Ah whoo
Darling on the splitscreen
Ah whoo
Darling on the splitscreen
Ah whoo

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 a lowland breed
Call a jitney drive away
In the slipstream we will stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away