Текст песни The Dead Milkmen - Helicopter Interiors
The Dead Milkmen - Helicopter Interiors слова песни
Stan`s been seeing phantoms and we`re not sure what to doHis screaming keeps the whole house up all nightThough we`ve never touched his closet and his problems are fewSomething `bout his disposition just isn`t rightThe tender young boy with the life affirming needsWaits in the gardenAnd everybody knows that he`s praying for StanAll the total strangers on the mountain topsQuarrel, babble, sometimes they danceClouds on the horizon tell of impending doomYou know they seem to be saying that we don`t stand a chanceLarge chunks of evidence were chucked into my shirtAs the navy doctor fell asleep a tense fog? surrounded usBrilliant lights ignite in the skyEveryone is beautiful if not somewhat unrecognisableSometimes it`s as simple as the stakes on a wallSometimes it`s as hard as a renaissance luteStuffed animals into baby ?You know they`ll even laugh at the people we shootThe tender young boy with the life affirming needsStill waits in the gardenAnd everybody`s sure that he`s praying for StanEven long lost poets like to regenerateWith new arms and legs they sort the mailCast iron officers wander aroundThe president hopes that he`ll grow a tailManifestations of ? ? andFloat into the sky at night AIIIEEEE!Oh damn it configurations play against the gawky savage? ? mayhem ? into the streets of ? ?