Letra da Música Hiawatha Doomed de Everything Everything

HIAWATHA DOOMED

and in the end, we bend, but easily break...

When the forest circuit shorts
And the wolves surround your wired ports
Oh Jupiter your storm is naught!
UV lazer beams will 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
So why don't you do what they ask you?
The sickness coming over again

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 a flame

and we can stop, son, find the spillage, drop your ipod - save the village, thrashing in a bowl of your germs

and in the end, we bend, but easily break

We're taking to the trees and holes
And the orphan boy is coming home
Reek of smoke signals and microphones
Crown of feathers pressed against the warm glass

And yeah you got bubonic plague
but a purple heart is all the rage
nobody likes an earthquake 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 a flame


and we can stop, son, find the spillage, drop your ipod - save the village, thrashing in a bowl of your germs

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 in the end, we bend, but easily break