A5                              A5
I heard what you said -- the leaders are dead
F#5                           E5 - D5    
They're robbing the skies -- I can hear their followers cry:

B5            D5
Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream
Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream
Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream
Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream

A5                                A5
The language of influence is cluttered with hard hard cs
F#5                     E5 - D5
And I put a spy-cam in a sorority

B5           D5
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

B5                        D5
There's no women in alaska
There's no creoles in vermont
There's no coast of nebraska
My mother, I forgot

B5                            D5
Slavic princess with a rose in her teeth
          B5                                           D5
Do you suppose she would bite you if she could?
                                B5 
Insane cobra split the wood
                                D5
Trader of the lowland breed
                             B5
Call a jittney, drive away
                                   D5
In the slipstream we will stay
                                B5
Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away