Lindberghs + Metal Birds - White Hinterland

Coming through the mitrailleuse

A Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gun

Oh you’re a slovenly bunch

Lousy with sin

You’re no better than those altruists

And the eagle scouts you belong

With the haemophiliacs

Out on the front line

Out on the front line…

We’ve got the straw in the wind

To fill your belly with buckshot

It’s a minor detail

That we furbished with white-out

You want something concrete

But your city is sinking,

It was built on sand

You should have planned ahead

Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Keep your head out of the clouds

Coming down, your victory towers

The sepals to the citadel have been hulled with flames

Oh you’ve been unveiled

The manifest is writ with dread

And you’re no better than those altruists

And eagle scouts you belong

With the convalescents who couldn’t make it on the front line

Out on the front line

Out on the front line…

We’ve got the straw in the wind

To fill your belly with buckshot

It’s a minor detail

That we furbished with white-out

And you want something concrete

But your city is sinking,

It was built on sand

You should have planned ahead

Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

And keep, keep, keep, keep your head out of the clouds