Native Tongue – ArlingtonBy Drunk aviators high up in the airAin’t what you want it to beAnd I’ve got a fever, but nobody caresIt’s like some dreaded diseaseMy heart is made of goldAnd I’ll never let you goWe’ve seen this all beforeAnd we never had the answerSo get on top and make me screamMy native tongue is harmonySo get on top and in betweenMy native tongue is harmonyOne space invader fell down on the stairsShe gets so bad I can seeThat nobody wants her, nobody caresShe’s like some dreaded diseaseMy bond becomes the wordBlack salt upon the EarthGo tell em what you heardThat we never had the answerSo get on top and make me screamMy native tongue is harmonySo get on top and in betweenMy native tongue is harmony www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20