Besedila: Flaming Lips. Transmissions From The Satellite Heart. Oh My Pregnant Head.

When will you shut your mouth?
Stop all the vibrate
Birds flying out of a mountain
Somewhere the snow cools my fever

I just have stumps left for fingers
Wonderin' can you still play guitar
Just like a baby, just like the smoke rings
Labia in the sunlight

When will you stop all yours buzzing?
Snow crushing hummingbird
Somewhere the star burns the universe
Gold eagle paints in my fingers

Can of spaghetti diseases
Hopin' that you can still play guitar
Just like a baby, just like the smoke rings
Labia in the sunlight

Labia in the sunlight
Labia in the sunlight
Labia in the sunlight
Labia in the sunlight
Labia in the sunlight
Labia in the sunlight