At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept (CD Relationship of Command, 2000) | Текст песни

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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 has spun the last of the pimps
Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips
While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

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
Wishing well
On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well
Wishing well
Wishing well
Wishing well

They had been defected and excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colonies
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
And 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
Wishing well
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
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 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
Corduroy, 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
Wishing well
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

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