At The Drive-in Lyrics: 2010

"Relationship Of Command" (2000)

Arc Arsenal Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Pattern Against User Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Sleepwalk Capsules Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Mannequin Republic Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Enfilade Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Rolodex Propaganda Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Quarantined Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Cosmonaut Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Non-Zero Possibility Lyrics – At the Drive-in

Arc Arsenal Lyrics – At the Drive-in

I must have read a thousand faces
I must have robbed them of their cause
sickened thirst, sickened thirst
keeps it together
soft white glow in the cranium
a bulls eye made sedated

beware! [x3]

I must have read a thousand faces
and all these voices won't give up
sickened thirst, sickened thirst
glues it together
a catatonic leisure at 1000 miles per hour

beware! [x3]

so who's in charge here
barking out loud so clear
because I'd really like to meet him

so who's in charge here
in the review of this mirror
because I'd really like to meet him

so who's in charge here
barking out loud so clear
because I'd really like to meet him

uproar east, strike west

have you ever tasted skin?
sink your, sink your teeth in it

have you ever tasted skin?
sink your teeth into...

have you ever?

beware! [x6]

Pattern Against User Lyrics – At the Drive-in

the proposition
handcuffed to the park bence
hypodermic people poking
fun at the living
please lift the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of living
are we just infants
that are ripe for the training
the opposition
can't feel the tenticle reach
suction cup the numb arms
of the elderly
please lift the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of living
let these walkers trip on
endless proof

pattern against user- dilated
bastard waiting for nothing
circus carny guarding
the gates of heaven
like stuck in limbo abduction
wormed our way through
distant earth

this intuition
limps with the cane of suspicion
folding space in the crease
of this page
it takes the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of-
trickling the ticking of this
grandfather clock
the opposition
can't feel the tenticle reacg
suction cup the numb arms of
the elderly

[chorus]

and if this clock keeps ticking away
will time be hesitated
of all the minutes that were
taken away
will your watch be waiting
sand falls through
time portals
these landfills - immortal
and if this clock keeps
beating down
let the branded time
keep playing
of all the minutes that
were taken away
will your watch be waiting

Sleepwalk Capsules Lyrics – At the Drive-in

taser taser kindergarten nap nap time
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
highchair crumbles unannounced
like a draft from outside
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
beacon shined a light from the faulty tower
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
colossal in tons, unknowing it wants
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies

atop this podium
built of fixation
(they like to choke)
all utensils fixed on you

cranes perched in scows, in the windows they would peek
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
snuck inside the sound of sleep
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland
don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
feast upon your illness and let the puppet strings sag
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies

atop this podium
built of fixation
(they like to choke)
all utensils fixed on you
(they like it)

atop this podium
split in confession
(they like it)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
(snuck inside the sound of sleep)
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
(snuck inside the sound of sleep)
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

cloak a dagger plot her sovereign majesty
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
bullet ridden with vermin be it the peasant stark frenzy
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
held onto its tusks, naked and disrobed
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
and the emperor still wears no clothes
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies

atop this podium
built of fixation
(they like to choke)
all utensils fixed on you
(they like it)

atop this podium
split in confession
(they like it)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence

confess (confess)...confess (confess)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence
confess (confess)...confess (confess)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence

Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics – At the Drive-in

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 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

paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of contraband

they had been defected and excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks

a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
semi-automatic colonies
and a silencing that still walks the streets

in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales performed
their custodial customs quite well

callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well

Mannequin Republic Lyrics – At the Drive-in

they'd call it a wasteland
auslander plates
you know its armor was human
drove stakes into the main camps
eyesockets sank into
the back of its head again
this frequency was jet lagged
yes the wrinkles mate
was the owner's manual

frequent flyers in denial
and all the while
emergency is evident
revenants were the statues
radar learning of huddles masses
sutured all the patience
of this nursing home
emitted from the pages
of this burial ground

labor concentrated
in this sheepless chapel
they call it a wasteland

Enfilade Lyrics – At the Drive-in

this could last us all a lifetime
limbs intact, untouched
on the screen of a video tape
confined to bedposts
we wait as lepers
upheld at knife's reach
we covet all the status quo
this syringe will take a lifespan
it's filled with bait and tackle
try and catch us if you can

sacrifice on railroad tracks
freight train coming
unconscious tied and gagged
freight train coming

meet us at the corner
of fifth and pontiac
make sure that no one else
is with you
if you wish to see them alive
again
then humor me with this request
humor me with this request
in basements we will hide
amnesia in our alibis

they kept a close eye
on your get well incentive

Rolodex Propaganda Lyrics – At the Drive-in

Pinch history feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening
X marks the spot on your calendar days
A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs

Temper temper temperature

Manuscript replica
(Cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)

In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face
In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face

Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale
For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants
Mechanical panaceas absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet

Temper temper temperature

Manuscript replica
(cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)

Squirming through cuts in a throat cut it... cut it...

Quarantined Lyrics – At the Drive-in

autonomous machete for hands
warden and judge hide behind masks
wet raindrop lull
small rationing
exhumed the rhetoric of
break the weak in single file
sanction this outbreak- a virus conspires
push becomes shove, days become months
i seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun

feeding frenzy, it's contagious
have trigger, will travel
single sparks are spectral fires

shackled the grapple and the sentinels found
binoculars watch cardboard towns
strung up in webs the net was flung
over the auditorium
slave trade the weak, no call to arms
sanction this outbreak; a virus conspires
push becomes shove, days become months
and i seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun

a single spark can start a spectral fire
have trigger, will travel

Cosmonaut Lyrics – At the Drive-in

we sample from the shelves
tore a page out of this chapter
deface the essays in the book that you're reading
we are the leaches that stop the bleeding
deficit attention program
by any means necessary
blare sirens to the library
whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary

is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying?

aeronautics hacked
the spine of paragraphs
prepare to indent, a coma that read-
floating in a soundproof costume
here comes the monolith
brass knuckles for the hissie fit
an abbreviation for the landing of fleets
incoming

position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes
permission was hinted
lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold

is it heavier than air - am i supposed to die alone?

Non-Zero Possibility Lyrics – At the Drive-in

I'm just tired of counting bodies
is this mausoleum tardy
let's just paint you a pretty face
flies dip tongues into tear ducts
in toothpicks fought unborn

contusion is hungry
they still eat their young
proto-culture null and void

all veins in highway laps
this breath collapsed again
this hex was delivered spent
orchestra influenza
drawn and quartered pets
it dwells and grows

this is the pocket-sized edition
rapid sleep through benediction
let's just paint you a pretty face
museums mark their bodies down
all the tenants found
all the distance in their prefix

contusion is hungry
they still eat their young
proto-culture null and void

all veins in highway laps
this breath collapsed again
this hex was delivered spent
orchestra influenza
drawn and quartered pets
it dwells and grows

fever bliss into central nervousness
bitten on the entrance
I was bitten on the entrance
fever bliss into central nervousness
bitten on the entrance
I was bitten on the entrance

bitten on the entrance
I was bitten on the entrance
bitten on the entrance
bitten...

Rascuache Lyrics – At the Drive-in

of fences with switches
turn them on
the moats of your homes
poured salt on
these slugs
mugshot fatigue
shimmering

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
mastadon infantry
radiate this frequency
and show me just what
the hell you mean

pacemaker pace yourself
you were slowly clawing
your way out

here comes the bride
here comes the bride
lavender and smothered in
black turpentine

Ursa Minor Lyrics – At the Drive-in

does it hurt you when you breathe?
stink around the wallet itch
a towel was thrown between the ropes
sweat inside your eyelids
it exorcised the fire from the sky
(snakecharmer make them dance again)
it exorcised the fire from the sky
(make them itch in kerosene dance)

prepare your sleep apparatus

autopsy performed on probable cause
while you sleep
they will come and get you tonight
(so i guess this is goodnight...)

skip with elbowed sobs
your palms were soaking wet
parched in the stupor
elbowed, teach the tutor
peel the scabs
incognito with wounds
this anecdote fountain
won't dry too soon

500 times
"i must not talk out of turn"

no vents opened
but all settlements new
a second native
for deserved growth

permission to land
all systems go...
propeller snapped
decapitated while you slept
upon your pillow

inertia kisses those around me.

Heliotrope Lyrics – At the Drive-in

beneath the residue of film
beneath the chemicals
that the picture split
the ouija board had
spelled its name
in tiki torches set aflame
taking rations from the ballet box
cursing like sweet tarts

increase the dosage
count back from 10

and it was written down
touching earth in a capital faunt
heat seeking gums bleeding
fingers snapping
at the catacomb stabbings
taking rations from the ballet box
cursing like sweet tarts

adhesive she said
don't stick to me

inseminating motives of lukewarm persistence
let the theives in
through the front door
let them take what they've been missing

it's as if
someone raised the
price of dying
to maximum vend again

turn slowly for maximum vend...

Metronome Arthritis Lyrics – At the Drive-in

strike this match
and let loose the oven's breath
up the volume that
flirts with the UHF

swipe the magnet on the audio tape
these arsons of grand larceny
keep running...keep running in place
achilles tendon
severed from the race

quick to the throat
in this ink cartridge funeral
marble caps lock
zip code affiliate
you got a run on your pharmaceuticals
you better change it
before the night grows old

set the temperature on delete
keep running...keep running in place
let's hit the neighborhood today

you got a run on your pharmaceuticals
you better change it
before the night grows old
prescriptions filled
now cut your suit and tie cuticals
you cut your fingernails way too short

what if forensics finds the answers
what if they stole my fingerprints?
where did i leave my book of matches?
we'll find you...
we'll find you...

300 Mhz Lyrics – At the Drive-in

in the unlikely event
that sarcasm is an unfitting dress
amnesia proletariat
amnesia proletariat
coughing up the coffins
cotton candy coated teeth
the reflection of your enamel
made no reflection in our mirror

malfunction

these pockets were clinching
all filled with fists
these decibels were rotted
in the canals of my teeth
amnesia proletariat
amnesia proletariat
sharpened on the fucking hides of men
in the full of this moon we will make amends

malfunction
whispered in the ear
300MHz

198d Lyrics – At the Drive-in

this is forgiven
if the uniform fits
postponed
at the first showing
this is the tension mold
of frozen icicles
and it feels like it's snowing
you speak in tongues
tremors that warn us of ourselves

born in hearts
etched in cold
at the first showing
(walk away)

nothing bleeds the same
my travel expenses paid
postponed
at the first showing
this dance is out of rhythm
we trip on excess steps
postponed
at the first showing
you speak in tongues
tremors that warn us of ourselves

born in hearts
etched in cold
swingsets pay
the playground toll

tremors that hold us
tremors that warn us
nothing bleeds like

"In/Casino/Out" (1998)

Alpha Centauri Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Chanbara Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Hulahoop Wounds Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Napolean Solo Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Pick Pocket Lyrics – At the Drive-in
For Now...We Toast Lyrics – At the Drive-in
A Devil Among The Tailors Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Shaking Hand Incision Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Lopsided Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Hourglass Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Transatlantic Foe Lyrics – At the Drive-in

Alpha Centauri Lyrics – At the Drive-in

widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found
students spray the kent state mist
wishing wills missing clientele
widows sex legged lost and found

parkas worn in summer apparel
sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows

widows veiled in rebound sheets
this is the ghost of a chance the lonely
widows sex legged lost and found
precision watch the scalpel make roads
hear them talk in paranoid parables
widows sex legged lost and found

storefront chairmans fingering buttons
this running of the bulls will trample all
the life support system
madrid space station spain
e space flesh vs machine

matadors chase the bulls in a china shop

gored my neck but don't spare me death
i'm running circles red cape paper
taste the vapor

matadors chase the bulls in a china shop

Chanbara Lyrics – At the Drive-in

valmara valmara valmara flechettes
kiss me with the lisp
of your shrapnel caress
lost this arm, lost this leg
lost this diving board
just a belly flopped proposal
of let's be friends

tour de force
defacto
ayuchuco
tour de force

prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic blemish
necro is the velcro on the charred appendage
carterize solder gun in the melting of seeds
oh dear god what a tangled web we weave

tour de force
defacto
ayuchuco
tour de force

all we are are failed attempts
propelled by stilt-leg presidents
incarcerate the mason fence
like flechettes flechettes flechettes
i'm not biting the lead my pencil's broken again
we will fill in the blanks
or i can cheat off your test
flechettes flechettes

Hulahoop Wounds Lyrics – At the Drive-in

in a small ghost town, there's a little arcade
where the poltergeists play their video games
at the top of the roof he says
game over they said, game over they said
run and get your quarters in
over cliffs we will swim ahead

do the shackles underneath your bed
haunt the shackles in their grooves

salem is home sentenced to live
yes this i know...comes back tenfold

at the bottom of a french blue pool
roamed the drunk chipped tooth
of the man in the moon

burn furnace burn at the bottom of the cliff
shined a diamond with no end to its trip

hook and sinker

i wrote it all down for you
match a name to the face
do you suspect?
do you confess? do you confess?

Napolean Solo Lyrics – At the Drive-in

cut and paste
were you sitting down
on the beaded impotence of new orleans
a hint of suspense when that telephone rings
this is forever

it paved a wave of distance
between the syntax error
from austin's yellow brick road
this is forever

from this texas breath exhaled
no sign of relief
this you know, this you know
this is forever

march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
if you can't get the best of us now
it's because this is forever

makes no difference
our alphabet is missing letters
seventeen, embalmed and caskets
lowered into the weather
a drizzle, brisk and profound

from this texas breath exhaled
no sign of relief
this is forever

strum this broken harp
we were struck by the chords
set from their hearts
this is forever

Pick Pocket Lyrics – At the Drive-in

in the humble stence of nativity
hummed the smell of television snow
a faint S.O.S. flickering
riding on the coattails of their ground zero
neighborhood footprints ingrown
the daylight savings time will never know
of this alabaster cold

your lovers quarrel ended up in crawspace
dental identities will tell us apart
teeth marked and bounded with sighs
step into my parlor
said the spider to the fly
stable hooved footprints ingrown

cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms
in this alabaster cold
ingrown

more calibur per capita
breakfast table search team implodes
the milk cartons that pour will never know
of this alabaster cold

For Now...We Toast Lyrics – At the Drive-in

it's hit or miss upon the gate walls
are the guards asleep, bayonet and all
are the search lights coming
we built this tunnel
we shovel with our hands

dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromats
inside the dirty sheets
dig just a little bit

soup kitchen feeds
lines of stubble and marrow
a book of matches guides us home
do they have our scent, will we go home
we shovel with our hands

dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromat
dig just a little big, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromat
live just a little bit
dakota fields will beg
meet you on the other side
dig just a little bit

they steamrolled past the lobby
did you trip on your shoelace untied
it's in the past...and now we toast.

dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
live just a little bit
dakota fields will beg
meet you on the other side
winnepeg's a forest
where the search and seizure hid
wanted for the crime of the disease that you give
wanted for the crime of the disease that you give

A Devil Among The Tailors Lyrics – At the Drive-in

they say that thirteen is just a number
a double agent funded in the secret
of the hive and the workers and their lives
all sweet and honeycombed
a hunger ravenous and funded
incognito razor burns
talcum powered fingerprints
all sweet and honeycombed
stick your tongue on the north pole
read the graffiti splattered on the convertible
this bullet x marked the rumors jet-lagged
stab you with this pitchfork
part your hair on the grassy knoll
a cavity of candy in havana captivity
we heard the mug shots
a patsy inclined.
let the pollen make you sneeze
all sweet and honeycombed
"hasta la victoria siempre"
manana hay misa para los sordos

Shaking Hand Incision Lyrics – At the Drive-in

nothing ever changes
except scenery rearrangements
in the affectionate hands of
horsepower assault
best keep your pants on, boy
behind the armor of fault
homeless makeshift triggers
you'll never walk again, you'll never walk again

in the choked mouths of rivers
parted like a sea of loaded infidelity
best keep your stitched lips
starched in a giggle
homeless makeshift triggers
you'll never walk again

in piles of clothing sleep the.....
stitched lips starched in a giggle
in piles of clothing sleep the dead
no wire coat hangers
never again.

Lopsided Lyrics – At the Drive-in

this is the accent of the halfhearted land
does it all make sense now
and if the ship was built in bottled sand
does it all make sense now
the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
yes it all makes sense now

is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered,
"drink the quicksand'

a mirror was splintered on the deck floor
does it all make sense now
a stowaway that lived beneath this hull
does it all make sense now
the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
yes it all makes sense now

is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered,
"drink the quicksand"
its gills will swin faster after a breath from the shore
breathe the taste of salt water
dry heave up and overboard
ponce de leon wrinkles
let's make it young again
boat drinks for captains
row our boat stowaway
it all makes sense now
if our map was torn, navigate, navigate
if your compass broke, navigate, navigate

Hourglass Lyrics – At the Drive-in

sucks me in, taking a ride
and i'm wishing for the satellite
grabbing vein pulling down on the radio
laughing at the face that's bending down

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

bend the metal
my glory box has failed
we're rocking in our reclining chairs
drive away that car
that brought us all this harm
those are the pieces of my story line

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

truly stressing realization
i wish i was an astronaut
eight hour bitterness all for whose sake
stain glass sunday school charades

Transatlantic Foe Lyrics – At the Drive-in

pet sounds filling pet peeve void's
black and white tv with the sound turned down
is it mono or stereo?
lending aneurysm satisfaction in the
fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black russian throated on this
guillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling

savion is under heel clicking
morse code through movie stills again

the sky had blackened with carrion birds
pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
through the tepid burlesque
their mouths were parched with excess thirst
bridge and chorus candy curse
still they snag through the strepthroat verse

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white tv with the sound turned down
like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child

if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
in this bed of nails you make
how steep
how steep we are

Give It A Name Lyrics – At the Drive-in

never thought this day would end
walked the tired steps of latter day friends
and all because
your stubbornnes was
smiling through your braces
never thought
this day would come
you threw the bricks
that built this wall
amantillado! at the top of your lungs
i can't hear you anymore

so take your diamond bland shaped tears
and maybe i'll see you in twenty years
and i will always wear your ring
you know the one
that turned my finger green

it's not you, it's me
you don't know what
you've got 'til it's gone
silver platter opportunity
never taught what you thought you know

meal tickets have been refused
you gave me a reason
to sing our last song

Honest To A Fault Lyrics – At the Drive-in

i can't take back all the things that
i've done with my anger
sonic sounds constantly traveling
in and out of my blue screened mind
two drops down and here i thought
that you'd never treat me like that
where's my saviour?
hallowed thoughts you won and lost
i'm chained to your mind

if i fall behind
it's 'cause I'm waiting for now
will you fall in love with my anger?

Winter Month Novelty Lyrics – At the Drive-in

bite the hand that feeds
biting off more than you can
are you sure you got the right hand skilled
and all because this left hand spit
have you been crying
over your spilled milk?

swallow your refills
the drink of drinks
we drank ourselves to sleep
on the mistletoe concrete
we blank this page with ink
two for flinching
when the paper cuts sink
we drank ourselves to sleep
cause the paper cuts hurt
(sure enough as)
i burned myself in the cigarette crossfire
sure enough as
my ears kissed the floor
just to hear a mouthful
sure enough as

you scratch the itch
on the tome of your dial
have you been crying over your...

more than you can choose
more than you can chew

Fahrenheit Lyrics – At the Drive-in

kid creole killed all of his own people
instigate the beat genuflecting
in the steeple
video killed what we
once
stood for
who we gonna look to now?

if these walls could speak
i wouldn't tell them anything
don't ask me, don't ask me

press eject, and give me the tape
if you know what's good for you

ghetto blasting on the basement floor

Picket Fence Cartel Lyrics – At the Drive-in

we all become
what we most dislike
in this picket fence cartel
tell? there's nothing left to tell

what have we become
cycle all over again
filled the shoes 'til i was ten
in front of the classroom
in front of my peers
that day will always be remembered
'cause it was etched in tears

daddy taught well
at the end of his belt

we all become
what we most dislike
the walk is too long and i'm tired
tell? there's nothing left to tell

what will i become
when it's my turn again
will it hurt me more than it hurts them
scotch tape the volume of my mouth
withold the expression
that i wasn't allowed

daddy taught well
at the end of his belt

Speehless Lyrics – At the Drive-in

mother nature never smelled so good
can i taste the flower that you carry
brilliant minds with pretty faces never cry
pedastal is crumbling down
now you're on the ground
selfless days are way too many
lay back, spread your legs, and don't make a sound

hiding bruises he brings you roses
says "i'm sorry" now it's okay
no hard feelings, no deep meanings
you were once special
but just for a day

he hook and baits you
to break you in two
now no one is saying
that it'll be all right
promises when he says "i love you"
face first to the floor
now you just don't know

speak up!
because no one's listening

all those lonely nights
you stayed up and cried
sick to your stomach with butterflies
he says "come here and hold me close
you never really seem to smile when i touch you"
saccharine sweet flavored drinks
taste so old
this burning in your mind
makes you feel so cold

no recollection of affection
we're only safe from harm when nothing
matters only 20 years have passed
and you're already feeling old
bell jar is ringing
and no one understands the feeling of
kicking a dead cow
and hoping that i will come alive
when everything is wrong
you just say..
"i'm doing fine."

she's reaching for something right

"Acrobatic Tenement" (1996)

Star Slight Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Schaffino Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Embroglio Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Initiation Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Communication Drive-In Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Skips On The Record Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Paid Vacation Time Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Ticklish Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Blue Tag Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Coating Of Arms Lyrics – At the Drive-in
Porfirio Diaz Lyrics – At the Drive-in

Schaffino Lyrics – At the Drive-in

this time i'm gonna take the collection baby
and with the money in my hand
i'm gonna purchase all the details
scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever
racing up the scales of your thermometer
turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine
clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines
i found feathers in the hit and run nest
omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads

when she knocked me over
i looked inside the hearse
sprouting chauvanistic swine
and written were the words
poking butter with this knife
allergic to this concubine
racing by in a '56 chevy
and we couldn't even pretend
to be alive...

i found feathers in the hit and run nest
scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping

Embroglio Lyrics – At the Drive-in

i had a friend who died
for something he really loved
i had a friend who stood
for none of the above
i had a friend whose experience
was riddled with scars
who got drunk one night
in the trunk of louie p.'s car
i had a friend who'd love to scare you
as was his affection
and tremble you did
'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship
i had a friend, but now
he's stranded on the mesa street exit
and sometimes i'm jealous
'cause i'm still at the intersection
i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
yes there's blood on the median
like a boat without oars

duct tape the cross on the brown colored box
single file line on the unpaved road
they tipped their hats, respect for the dead
in juarez, mexico is where they buried my friend

there are no words to express
the loss i feel since you've been away
you made this typical sad song
a physical classroom
where i learned nothing
just flashes of your face

it's all a facade and nothing really matters now
he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit
and sometimes i'm jealous waiting at the intersection

i had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars

it's all a facade, and nothing really matters now

Initiation Lyrics – At the Drive-in

i n i t i a t i o n
follow you home after every show

perforated into tiny fragments
heavy breathing's your new fan club
a john handcock with the safety off
after every show
and how this pedastel fits like glove
such a pity i built no laddter from me
the roots and above
i'll be hacking off
after every show

initiation
there's no restraining order to keep me from you
parting contestants never seem to win

watch you clap your hands by the stage
lend me your ears
just another page
in the book that your friend signed yesterday
when i told you not to bother to holler
your telephone's the one
that helped
me wrap
the cord
around your neck
you know you're beautiful
when you're dead

initiation
there's no restraining order to keep me from you
parting contestants never seem to win

Communication Drive-In Lyrics – At the Drive-in

you keep telling me
this voltage hurts just a little
in the thickness of the van
you drop anchor if and when
concealing all the thoughts
we hid and laughed forever

repelling essence swelling something to blame
bleeding profusely outside looking tame
the nerve of your hometown...
i'm drinking slovenly

leave me alone, leave me alone
i am not your brother
i see five holes in your flag

collect calling, the fuse is crawling
to the next hometown
collect calling, the fuse is crawling
can you feel the bite of my nails?
can you feel it?

repelling essence swelling something to blame
enhanced sweet singing game...

i'm swimming down
sink! swim! drown together

Skips On The Record Lyrics – At the Drive-in

pregnant with the keys
to your stick shift mood
can't get yourself ignition
can't get yourself ignition

grease-stained parking lot
embed and loiter bottle tops
dipped in the secretion
of your syphilis flirtation

must we go spell it out?
roman candle, cradles, teething
dressed in innuendos

"c" is for contraction
30 minutes apart
umbilical agendas
in the coup de jat

"c" is for the cul de sac
tiennamen reverse
parking all the grandeur
in backseat afterbirth
grease-stained parking lot
loiter tops dipped in the secretion

must we go spell it out for you?

mao tse tung ferver
in his petty glance
in this cursive dysentery

Paid Vacation Time Lyrics – At the Drive-in

so we see the opportunities
stitch and thread
with no down payments
our neighbors see it through their
own eyes so that the others hear
the story, the grapevine
dot your i's, cross your t's
this forfeitures the burden of another

and all those friends you thought you had
are laughing at and not with you
and all those friends you thought you knew
you'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel

bel aire colonial deluxe number five
all the warmth that a boy can give
sheepskin costume
i'm a truant officer

Ticklish Lyrics – At the Drive-in

pigeon holed decision making
all my mind's made up
i only colored outside the lines
'cause i got the knack
stenciled teen initials
that were carved on the roof of my mouth
only to bark the words of so-and-so
fuck so-and-so...

i been dancing in the bathroom stalls
excreting words just for this song
i'm kicking in windows
and it don't make music to me

"please get some medication
simple. it's simple...
we must die with dignity."

pallbearer we are and all that
we never get and all my little pushes
fall on your
deaf
ears

kicking in these windows
kicking in these windows
it's on the roof of my mouth
i'm gonna bark the words
on the roof of my mouth

tickling with contusions
paper bag masks hiding infantile music
no pictures, just words
are you afraid of our books?
illiterate cells for the valley of mules

Coating Of Arms Lyrics – At the Drive-in

substation submerging
suburban disturbance
incoherent gourding
coat of arms they came
hack a knocking paranoia

in the walls, we heard family dying
while the band played on
told sky to leave to the east bay clone
weren't you taking me home

secret service, we deserve this
we lost the friends to the pavement
to the pavement

substation, subconscious
let's do our william tell routine
let's do it

chewing on the goodyear's handcuffs
are the wristwatch

Porfirio Diaz Lyrics – At the Drive-in

Kiss and kill your boyfriend
And all rich ones, too
Rich kids of the world unite
Dime on the bleachers
Head says not that far away
Bu the only way up is down
And i keep falling
Flip it again, but the answer
Hasn't spared its change
Doesn't matter how much time
You'll never forget that forgetting's required
Served on a platter of fakes
It's inevitable
We're proud to be pricks
We're proud to be assholes
Picking up the pieces one by one
Don't let it ride
Answer, someone, anyone
Won't you pick up the pieces
You left behind?

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