[Verse 1]
I heard what you said
The leaders are dead
They're robbing the skies
I can hear their followers cry

[Chorus]
Starlings in the slipstream
Starlings in the slipstream
Starlings in the slipstream
Starlings in the slipstream

[Verse 2]
The language of influence
Is cluttered with hard, hard Cs
And I put a spy cam
In a sorority

[Chorus]
Darlings on the split-screen
Darlings on the split-screen
Darlings on the split-screen

[Outro]
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