Hiawatha Doomed

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 comin' home

Reek of smoke signals and microphones

Crown of feathers pressed against the warm glass

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