Helicopter Interiors - The Dead Milkmen

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

Waits 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 waits 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?

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and

Float into the sky at night AIIIEEEE!

Oh damn it configurations play against the gawky savage

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mayhem?

into the streets of?

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