Sufjan Stevens - Flying Ace lyrics

(performed by Sisyphus) [Serengeti:] Desert wizard, lizard, and dragon tussle Whole forest burned down and ruined the town's truffles Except for the outer realm mountains, everything else is brown And hundreds of hounds pillage the village, can't f** with the sounds Crew back giant-a**, large, looking slick as the barge Old-a** mustache cars, we ran those bars We felt like superstars, we had the cubes too She had great tubes, pretty feet and shoes p**n and your mom's lube, Hold on to the right new Might have the hissy fit, and tear the whole room apart, to bits Speech about privacy, why you gotta lie to me? I don't know where I left off, she had the plaid top "You're about to black out, you need to get out" "We too tall to fit in this small house" Neck all stressed down, hanging-a** red face That or the dog case, more like a comfortable couch Step over the mess gate, into the real house Hair on my new wool, looking like cashmere Looking like crow too, magical star shapes Sticky like model cap, feathery silk capes Venomous black crepes, venomous gla** snakes Delicate wine flute, help us commiserate Florida date state, they had the best ba** Gladly make you a steak, even dig you a lake This is your stereo, it'll keep you awake You're about to black out Back and forth catechism, cattle and ammunition Queen didn't have vision, didn't he —sh**— mention Dragons were coming soon Should've made harpoons, instead of ornate brooms Bought the museum safe, look where we at now Pillage the village hounds, benzos gone man We're about to black out, stepping into a room Popcorn-sealed fume, expensive like [?] Giant-a** mouth clothes, arrogant all pose Soak-in-the-soap clothes, standing in old clothes Giant-a** mountain ship, cut to the co*kpit Focus and close mouth, we're about to black out We are too tall, to fit in a dog house What a melodic thing Taller than Seth Green, shorter than Sid Bream Entirely in a dream, we are Hall & Oates Avis' car quotes, saddened and bounded Why weren't we grounded? I was at Wimbledon, close to Ontario Emotional feelings hurt, pissy-pants first grade Smell like your cousin's age, back before Sissy Rage Little man, long legs Samsara horse escape, spiderwebs on clothes Walking with brown face, look at the new apes We're about to smash graves