Lyrics Hiawatha Doomed (Bonus Track) - Everything Everything

And in the end, we bend, but easily break

When the forest circuit shorts
And the wolves surround your wired ports
Oh Jupiter, your storm is naught
UV laser beams can dance all night
Just quarantine the chief and squaws
And email every breath he draws
To the ringtone maker in New York
Bleating wilderness, so festive like

Awake, Hiawatha, as the howling dies
Helicopter purring like a mammoth child

I think we'll put casinos here
Make the reservation disappear
Just swap your tomahawks for tablets, dear
Wade the insect carpet, I can make friends
Now tear gas billows as you crawl
I see Kevlar through the acrid wall
It seems the rain dance worked out after all
Bloodshot eagle spasm all the way down

So curb these addictions, Big-Sea-Water shine
Information sickness of a worthless kind
Pale face and Pepsi wave, the gentle hum
This is what will happen when the waters come

And it's on with the contract
You lose enough, all becomes abstract
So why don't you do what they ask you?
The sickness coming over again

And you can stop, son, find the spillage
Drop that iPod, save the village
Thrashing in a bowl of your germs

And in the end, we bend, but easily break

We're taking to the trees and holes
And the orphan boy is coming home
The stench of smoke signals and microphones
Crown of feathers pressed against the warm glass
And yeah, you got bubonic plague, plague
But a purple heart is all the rage, rage
Nobody likes an earthquake, Craig, Craig
It's just a vision that you'll have to trust

So pout, Hiawatha, like you smell the trees
We can get that Totem sponsored easily
Pale face and Pepsi wave, the gentle hum
This is what will happen when the waters come

And it's on with the contract
You lose enough, all becomes abstract
So why don't you do what they ask you?
The sickness coming over again

And you can stop, son, find the spillage
Drop that iPod, save the village
Thrashing in a bowl of your germs
And we can stop this, thrashing in a bowl of your germs
Don't need an atlas, Jesus, we knew just who we were

And in the end we bend, but easily break
Break
Break
Break
Break