Black Mission Goggles

the sky is falling like a sock of ******* in the ministry of information subway trains derailing heads decapitating catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala shes a warm bodega high on noriega strung out in brooklyn like its 1983 she wears her legs around her neck like a piece of ice her smiles 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 * ****** in the ministry of information im 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