Native Tongue

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