Stephen Malkmus - Rushing the Acid Frat Lyrics

I had a vision
Ice angels burning in two
Arctic vision
Slather your eyes with perfume

And eventually
Turn away
We will die together
Turn away
Such a modest dream
No persuasion needed
No big laugh
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Stew the pigeon
Flutter your wings and chow down
Competition
It's promising nothing, no how

And eventually
We'll get why together
Turn away
Independent means
Turn away
No persuasion needed
No big laugh