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 deformedYou're sending smoke signals

I know your secret codeWe travel in the plaid van and we give our puppet show

And we picnic in the winter on maple syrup and snowYou're sending smoke signals

I know your secret codeWell, you made a Molotov cocktail, and you threw it on the ground

And it sent us flying and now we're flying aboutYou're sending smoke signals

I know your secret code