Black Mission Goggles

The sky is falling like a
Sock of cocaine in the
Ministry of information
Subway train’s derailing
Heads decapitating
Catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me
And I say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
She’s a warm bodega
High on Noriega
Strung out in Brooklyn like it’s 1983
She wears her legs around her
Neck like a piece of ice
Her smile’s a neon marque hipsters eat for free
And I say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
I am falling like a
Sock of cocaine in the
Ministry of information
I’m a warm bodega
High on Noriega
Strung out in Brooklyn cause I fell in love with her
And I say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
Moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash
Moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash
Lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
Moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash
Moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash
Lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
I walk around I whisper in her scalp
I whisper on the wind I whisper once again
I whisper, yes I do
I whisper