Native Tongue - Arlington

Drunk aviators high up in the air

Ain’t what you want it to be

And I’ve got a fever, but nobody cares

It’s like some dreaded disease

My heart is made of gold

And I’ll never let you go

We’ve seen this all before

And we never had the answer

So get on top and make me scream

My native tongue is harmony

So get on top and in between

My native tongue is harmony

One space invader fell down on the stairs

She gets so bad I can see

That nobody wants her, nobody cares

She’s like some dreaded disease

My bond becomes the word

Black salt upon the Earth

Go tell em what you heard

That we never had the answer

So get on top and make me scream

My native tongue is harmony

So get on top and in between

My native tongue is harmony