Dark Wave
Stephen Malkmus
You fed his bod
A metal rod
Determined to
A fuselage
You took a ride on a new highway
And did a waltz on his jelly legs
Arisin' risin'
When your pictures in your pictures is american icon
Flies in flies in
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
A decoupage
A two-horse carriage garage
You take the reigns down the new highway
A culvert down to the ducks and drakes