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

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