At the Drive-In - Rascuache lyrics
[At the Drive-In - Rascuache lyrics]
The moats of your homes
Poured salt on these slugs mugshot, fatigue
Shimmering
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out, slowly
Slowly pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Tourniquet of gossip on a
Board of checkered chess
Salt ring, probing, in case of emergency
Stampede is coming, mastodon infantry
Radiate this frequency and show me just
What the hell you mean
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Here comes the bride, here comes the bride
Lavender and smothered in black turpentine
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing your way out
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