At the Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept lyrics
[At the Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept lyrics]
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 the 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
And the 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 on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well
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 semiautomatic 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 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 on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well
Intravenously polite it was
The walkie talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes laid dangling
On the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the 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
And the paramedics have 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 on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way
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
The walkie talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the 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
And the 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 on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well
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 semiautomatic 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 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 on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well
Intravenously polite it was
The walkie talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes laid dangling
On the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the 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
And the paramedics have 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 on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well on my way
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