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Artiste:
At The Drive-In
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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 had spun the last of the pimps polyester, satin nailed jewellery 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 the contraband dancing on the corpses ashes on my way nails broke and fell into the wishing well, wishing well wishing well, wishing well [x2] 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 semi-automatic 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 perform 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 intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down as their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor in the silhouette of dying dancing on the corpses ashes yeah, they had plans for him they had spun the last of the pimps polyester, satin nailed jewellery 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 the contraband dancing on the corpses ashes on my way nails broke and fell into the wishing well, wishing well wishing well, wishing well [x4] dancing on the corpse's ashes, dancing on the corpse's 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 (Thanks to frogswithdirtylips for correcting these lyrics)