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At The Drive-In
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Invalid Litter Department
Lyricist:Cedric Bixler, Tony Hajjar, Pablo Hinojos, Omar Rodriguez, Jim Ward
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As her shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying
Dancing on corpses ashes
Yeah, they had plans for him They has spun the last of the pimps Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses ashes
And paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
They had been defected and excommunicated And all the pulses were subverted And they made sure the obituaries Showed pictures of smoke stacks
Dancing on the corpses ashes
A vivid dissection that mocked The strut of vivisection Semi-automatic colonies 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 federals performed Their custodial customs quite well
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As her shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying
Dancing on corpses ashes
Well, yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses ashes
And paramedics had fallen into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell Into the wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well
On my way, yeah
Dancing on the corpses ashes Dancing on the corpses ashes
Callous heels numbed in travel Endless maps made by their Scalpels, scalpels
Callous heels numbed in travel Endless maps made by their Scalpels, scalpels
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