At the Drive-In - Incurably Innocent lyrics
[At the Drive-In - Incurably Innocent lyrics]
Pray that your family never forgets
The arousal from a corpse
That fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But, you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Photograph of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But, you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Just float the needles when the rum
Fit's a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum
Fit's a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
The arousal from a corpse
That fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But, you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Photograph of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But, you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Just float the needles when the rum
Fit's a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum
Fit's a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you
Needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in
The trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue