Black Mission Goggles

the sky is falling like a
 sock of cocaine in the
 ministry of information
 subway train's derailing
 heads decapitating
 catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me
 and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
 lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
 she's a warm bodega
 high on noriega
 strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983
 she wears her legs around her
 neck like a piece of ice
 her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free
 and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
 lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
 i am falling like a
 sock of cocaine in the
 ministry of information
 i'm a warm bodega
 high on noriega
 strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her
 and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
 lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
 moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
 lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
 moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
 lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
 and i walk around i whisper in her scalp
 i whisper on the wind i whisper once again