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And in the end we bend but easily break
When the forest circuit shorts
And the wolves surround your wired ports
Of Jupiter, your storm is naught!
UV laser beams can dance all night
Just quarantine the chief and squaws
And email every breath he draws
To the ringtone-maker in New York
Bleating wilderness so festive-like
Awake, Hiawatha, as the howling dies
Helicopter purring like a mammoth child
I think we'll put casinos here
Make the reservation disappear
Just swap your tomahawks for tablets, dear
Wade the insect carpet I can make friends
Now tear gas billows as you crawl
I see kevlar through the acrid wall
Seems the rain dance worked out after all
Bloodshot eagle spasm all the way down
So curb these addictions, Big-Sea-Water shine
Information sickness of a worthless kind
Pale face and Pepsi wave—the gentle hum
This is what will happen when the waters come
And it's on with the contract
You lose enough; all becomes abstract
Believe me boy,
I circled round the sun
Before I made the savage
Onomatopoeia
In the bedroom I discovered
Pink amongst the rushes carried by
The stork I helped deliver you
In teepees we erected aflame
And we can stop, stop, find the spillage
Drop your iPod, save the village
Thrashing in a bowl of your germs
Don't need a flag, map, army, anthem
Carve a people—liquor ransom
Jesus, we knew just who we were
And in the end we bend but easily break
We're taking to the trees and holes
And the orphan boy is comin' home
Reek of smoke signals and microphones
Crown of feathers pressed against the warm glass
And yeah, you've got bubonic plague plague
But a purple heart is all the rage rage
Nobody likes an earthquake, Craig Craig
It's just a vision that you'll have to trust
So pout, Hiawatha like you smell the trees
We can get that totem sponsored easily
Pale face and Pepsi wave—the gentle hum
This is what will happen when the waters come
And it's on with the contract
You lose enough; all becomes abstract
Believe me boy,
I circled round the sun
Before I made the savage
Onomatopoeia
In the bedroom I discovered
Pink amongst the rushes carried by
The stork I helped deliver you
In teepees we erected aflame
And we can stop this
Thrashing in a bowl of your germs
Don't need an atlas
Jesus we knew just who we were
And we can stop, son, find the spillage
Drop your iPod, save the village
Thrashing in a bowl of your germs
Don't need a flag, map, army, anthem
Carve a people—liquor ransom
Jesus, we knew just who we were
And in the end we bend but easily break

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