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

Blue Tag Lyrics – At the Drive-in

i'm an incision
the kind that glistens
and not to mention we appeal
when we've healed
i'm an incision, just an incision
i've got polaroid value
in a celluloid way

with twelve hard years of currency
and they trade it all
for the current scene
i'm an incision
the kind that glistens
polaroid value
celluloid way

this air condition
is on intermission
we're burning on the border
like they said that we would

i'm an incision, just an incision
the kind that glistens
and we appeal when we've healed
burning on the borders like they said that we would

with twelve hard years of currency
and they trade it all for the current scene
they're partial to the way you speak
blue tagged, blue tagged and incomplete
burning on the borders like they said that we would

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?