Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks - Dark Wave Lyrics

You fed his bod a metal rod
You turned into a fuselage
You took a right on the new highway
And did a waltz on his jelly laze
Rising rising

When your pictures is American icons, rising rising
Run to the riches and you tear up your shell ronde creatures
And day-glo kids with your riders on top too riding riding
If you're like me it's not too late

You fantasize about the page
A two-horse carriage garage
Take the reins down the new highway
A culvert down to the ducks and drakes
Rising rising

Looking mighty fake with your [?] tailbone
Flizing flizing
Soon you'll go to this killing time
Blondie creature
Multiple gear with his eyes all around you
Rying rying
If you're like me it's not too late!