Dark Wave - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

You fed his bod a metal rod

You turned into a fuselage

You took a right on the new highway

And did a waltz on his jelly laze

Rising rising

When your pictures is American icons rising rising

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 about the page

A two-horse carriage garage

Take the reins down the new highway

A culvert down to the ducks and drakes

Rising rising

Looking mighty fake with your?

tailbone

Flizing flizing

Soon you’ll go to this killing time

Blondie creature

Multiple gear with his eyes all around you

Rying rying

If you’re like me it’s not too late