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