Everything Everything - Hiawatha Doomed - Bonus Track lyrics

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 coming home The stench of smoke signals and microphones Crown of feathers pressed against the warm gla** 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 (Break, break, break, break)