Lyrics:
The Flaming Lips Maximum Dream For Evil Knievel

of the dealers They're all kissin' their dead daddies And their eyes are seein' backwards They can't hear but they can sigh Exploding butterflies hit and run Evil Knievel

Translation: The Flaming Lips. Maximum Dream For Evil Knievel.

Well, we're standin' in the kitchen And we're cookin' us some chicken And the house is burnin' down And we don't really care See the children of the