At The Drive In

At The Drive In - Invalid Litter Dept. lyrics

rate me

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies

that had knocked the pins down

as their 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

polyester, satin nailed jewelry lips

while the guillotine just laughed again

dancing on the corpses' ashes

paramedics fell into the wound

like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant

an anesthetic penance beneath

the hail of contraband

they had been defected and excommunicated

and all the pulses were subverted

and they made sure the obituaries

showed pictures of smoke stacks

a vivid dissection that mocked

the strut of vivisection

semi-automatic colonies

and a silencing that still walks the streets

in the company of wolves

was a stretcher made of

cobblestone curfews

the federales performed

their custodial customs quite well

callous heels

numbed in travel

endless maps made

by their scalpels

on my way

nails broke and fell

into the

wishing well

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