Invalid Litter Dept.
At The Drive-In
Intravenously polite
It was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
These shoes gripped the 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 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 bare-handed 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
Wishing well
On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well
They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure the obituaries
Showed pictures of smokestacks
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
A vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection
Semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
When the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews
The federales performed
Their custodial customs quite well
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Intravenously polite
It was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As her shoes lay dangling from 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 jewelry lips
While the guillotine laughed again
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a bare-handed plant
An anesthetic penance
Beneath the hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Callous heels numbed in travel
Endless maps made by their scalpels
Endless maps made by their scalpels
On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well
On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well