"Baby Boomerang" lyrics - THE SHINS

"Baby Boomerang"

Slim lined, Sheikh faced
Angel of the light
Riding like a cowboy
In the graveyard of the night

New York Witch
In the dungeon of the day
I'm trying to write my novel
But all you do is play

Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang
Well, you never spite a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Oh yeah...

Mince pie dog-eye
Eagle on the wind
I'm searching through this garbage
Just looking for a friend

Your uncle with an alligator
Chained to his leg
Dangles you your freedom
Then he offers you his bed


Oh yeah...

It seems to me to dream
Is something too wild
In Max's Kansas City
You're belladonna child
Riding on the highways
On the gateways to the south
You're talking with your boots
And you're walking with your mouth

[Chorus 2x]