Hiawatha Doomed

And in the end, we bend, but easily break...

When the forest circuit shorts

And the wolves surround your wired ports

Oh 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

It 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

So why don’t you do what they ask you?

The sickness coming over again

And you can stop, son, find the spillage

Drop that iPod, save the village

Thrashing in a bowl of your germs

And in the end, we bend, but easily break

We’re taking to the trees and holes

And the orphan boy is coming home

The stench of smoke signals and microphones

Crown of feathers pressed against the warm glass

And yeah you 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

So why don’t you do what they ask you?

The sickness coming over again

And you can stop, son, find the spillage

Drop that iPod, save the village

Thrashing in a bowl of your germs

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 in the end we bend, but easily break