The Dead Milkmen - Helicopter Interiors lyrics
[The Dead Milkmen - Helicopter Interiors lyrics]
Stan's been seeing phantoms and we're
Not sure what to do
His screaming keeps the whole
House up all night
Though we've never touched his closet
And his problems are few
Something 'bout his disposition
Just isn't right
The tender young boy with
The life affirming needs
Wait's in the garden
And everybody knows that he's
Praying for Stan
All the total strangers on the mountain tops
Quarrel, babble, sometimes they dance
Clouds on the horizon tell of impending doom
You know they seem to be saying
That we don't stand a chance
Large chunks of evidence were
Tucked into my shirt
As the navy doctor fell asleep
A dense fog surrounded us
Brilliant lights ignite in the sky
Everyone is beautiful if
Not somewhat unrecognizable
Sometimes it's as simple as the
Stakes on a wall
Sometimes it's as hard as a renaissance lute
Stuffed animals into baby
You know they'll even laugh at
The people we shoot
The tender young boy with
The life affirming needs
Still wait's in the garden
And everybody's sure that he's
Praying for Stan
Even long lost poets like to regenerate
With new arms and legs they sort the mail
Cast iron officers wander around
The president hopes that he'll grow a tail
Manifestations of and
Float into the sky at night AI I IEEEE!
Oh damn it configurations play
Against the gawky savage
Mayhem into the streets of
Not sure what to do
His screaming keeps the whole
House up all night
Though we've never touched his closet
And his problems are few
Something 'bout his disposition
Just isn't right
The tender young boy with
The life affirming needs
Wait's in the garden
And everybody knows that he's
Praying for Stan
All the total strangers on the mountain tops
Quarrel, babble, sometimes they dance
Clouds on the horizon tell of impending doom
You know they seem to be saying
That we don't stand a chance
Large chunks of evidence were
Tucked into my shirt
As the navy doctor fell asleep
A dense fog surrounded us
Brilliant lights ignite in the sky
Everyone is beautiful if
Not somewhat unrecognizable
Sometimes it's as simple as the
Stakes on a wall
Sometimes it's as hard as a renaissance lute
Stuffed animals into baby
You know they'll even laugh at
The people we shoot
The tender young boy with
The life affirming needs
Still wait's in the garden
And everybody's sure that he's
Praying for Stan
Even long lost poets like to regenerate
With new arms and legs they sort the mail
Cast iron officers wander around
The president hopes that he'll grow a tail
Manifestations of and
Float into the sky at night AI I IEEEE!
Oh damn it configurations play
Against the gawky savage
Mayhem into the streets of