Phantom Planet

Here come the swooping hawks
Down blocks we've all forgotten
Clutching old friends in their talons
Down from the sky to the way back
Of his mind
To pick it clean, to leave nothing behind
They go from high school to high class
To higher than highnesses
They're casting spells, can't you tell?
We're helpless, hard to recover
For the dusty antique lover
But for one thing
There is always another
Demon daughters
They're all partners
Heads together
Summon their fathers
And all hell's fury
Judge and jury
You better hurry
Get him off his back
All the red, red eyes are up in the sky
And the figures they belong to are preparing to dive
Yeah they were fast as the speed of light
Whistling by me and they took him down
It was ever so gently
Demon daughters
So hot and bothered
Burning irons