UNMARKED HELICOPTERS
Soul Coughing
Whose song is that remembered,
at random serpentaine.
Through phatic coils emerging,
some other thought it's thinking.
This light sounds above the houses on the ground
This illumination visited upon the whole land.

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
The lord is coming soon.

Here comes the SuperCopter,
here comes the noise it makes.
The demon was an idea,
the demon is awake.
The scratch mark left across the surface of your mind,
this hour now upon us,
the hour has now arrived.

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
The lord is coming soon.
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
they said it was a weather ballon,

I know truth...
I know the whole shabang,
I know the names of men they had to hang.
I let her out of the trunk, uh,
I heard what she said at them, uh,
They've come to drag her through the double-M.

It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.
It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.
It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.
It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
The lord is coming soon.
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
they said it was a weather ballon.
...it was a weather ballon.
...it was a weather ballon.
...it was a weather ballon.
...it was a weather ballon.

 volta