Whitewash Cannonball Lyrics

I heard electric trumpets pop up on a modern girl
(I found her flat on her stomach,
I found her something blue)
I saw her evaporator
Curl up in a sugar cube!
Three cheers for hypodermic!
Three cheers for twenty years!

Underneath my box I got a golden cross!

I heard elastic trumpets rear up in a modern girl!
I saw the knot in her stomach
Drop down like a cannonball.
I saw her impersonator
Curl up in a sea of blue.
Three strikes for the hypodermic!
Whitewash in a burning sky.