Starlings Of The Slipstream

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