At The Drive In
At The Drive In - Invalid Litter Dept. lyrics
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intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down these shoes gripped the floor in the silhouette of dying dancing on the corpses ashes yeah, they had plans for him they had spun the last of the pimps polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips while the guillotine laughed again dancing on the corpses ashes and the paramedics fell into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant an anesthetic penance beneath the hail of the contraband dancing on the corpses ashes on my way nails broke and fell into the wishing well, wishing well wishing well, wishing well x2 they had defected and been excommunicated and all the pulses were subverted and they made sure that the obituaries showed pictures of smoke stacks dancing on the corpses ashes a vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection a semi-automatic colony and a silencing that still walks the streets dancing on the corpses ashes in the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews the federales perform their custodial customs well dancing on the corpses ashes intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down these shoes gripped the floor in the silhouette of dying dancing on the corpses ashes yeah, they had plans for him they had spun the last of the pimps polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips while the guillotine laughed again dancing on the corpses ashes and the paramedics fell into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant an anesthetic penance beneath the hail of the contraband dancing on the corpses ashes dancing on the corpse's ashes, dancing on the corpse's ashes callous heels numbed in travel endless maps made by their scalpels on my way nails broke and fell into the wishing well, wishing well wishing well, wishing well x2