Smoke Signals

Well you've got a really long name

It won't fit on any forms

You gave me all your mirrors and they made me deformed



You're sending smoke signals

I know your secret code



We travel in the plaid van and we give our puppet show

and we picnic in the winter on maple syrup and snow



You're sending smoke signals

I know your secret code



Well, you made a Molotov cocktail, and you threw it on the ground,

and it sent us flying, and now we're flying about



You're sending smoke signals

I know your secret code