Helicopter Interiors Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Stan's been seeing phantoms and we're not sure what to do 

His screaming keeps the whole house up all night 

Though we've never touched his closet and his problems are few 

Something 'bout his disposition just isn't right 

The tender young boy with the life affirming needs 

Waits in the garden 

And everybody knows that he's praying for Stan 

All the total strangers on the mountain tops 

Quarrel, babble, sometimes they dance 

Clouds on the horizon tell of impending doom 

You know they seem to be saying that we don't stand a chance 

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Large chunks of evidence were chucked into my shirt 

As the navy doctor fell asleep a tense fog? surrounded us 

Brilliant lights ignite in the sky 

Everyone is beautiful if not somewhat unrecognisable 

Sometimes it's as simple as the stakes on a wall 

Sometimes it's as hard as a renaissance lute 

Stuffed animals into baby? 

You know they'll even laugh at the people we shoot 

The tender young boy with the life affirming needs 

Still waits in the garden 

And everybody's sure that he's praying for Stan 

Even long lost poets like to regenerate 

With new arms and legs they sort the mail 

Cast iron officers wander around 

The president hopes that he'll grow a tail 

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Manifestations of? and 

Float into the sky at night AIIIEEEE! 

Oh damn it configurations play against the gawky savage 

? mayhem? into the streets of?