Mannequin Republic lyrics - At The Drive-in Lyrics

They'd call it a wasteland

Auslander plates

You know its armor was human

Drove stakes into the main camps

Eye sockets 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

Omitted from the pages

Of this burial ground

Sutured all the patience

Of this nursing home

Omitted from the pages

Of this burial ground

Labor concentrated

In this sheepless chapel

Labor concentrated

In this sheepless chapel

They call it a wasteland

They call it a wasteland, baby

They call it a wasteland

They call it a wasteland baby

They call it a, they call it a

They call it a, they call it a

Sutured all the patience

Of this nursing home

Omitted from the pages

Of this burial ground

Sutured all the patience

Of this nursing home

Omitted from the pages

Of this burial ground

Enfilade lyrics - At The Drive-in Lyrics

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 Lyrics

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 Lyrics

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 Lyrics

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 Lyrics

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...

Extracurricular lyrics - At The Drive-in Lyrics

Nuisance

An actor choking on nectar

Nothing gotten

Narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms

Peg legged

Sullen

Drool on these words I've never uttered

Yes I swear

Out stayed our welcome

A jab from behind

Spoke on these crutches

You wouldn't mind

I had the rack ignored in your last implants

Maiden winters

Tickling whispers

Sit still or you can't just listen

Extra extra extracurricular

Determine if the wick can burn

Acid

Cracked ribs

Timber

Class dismissed

Sutured

Swollen

Spiteful of these silent urns

Yes I swear

Legs cracked and head dressed

A jab from behind

A trolley over the sun

You wouldn't mind

Bull legged attrition on this satellite

Maiden winters

Tickling whispers

Sit still or you can't just listen

Extra extra extracurricular

Determine if the wick can burn

The weak are supposed to die [x4]

And you cant see this lighthouse

Cause there's no place to go

This siphon drinks the water

But it will never grow

Catacombs lyrics - At The Drive-in Lyrics

Lark throated spit through beaks tonight

These gagging chirps were written in disguise

What's that sound?

Caskets floating

Hey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb

And you would you ever attempt to kick from inside this womb

Hey you, would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils

And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

Pendulum swing through tantrum slits

This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic

What's that sound?

Caskets floating

In laymen's terms sewn through matrimony

Hey you, did you ever intend to

Hey you, did you ever intend to

Hey you, did you ever intend to

Hey you...

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

What's that sound coming?

What's that sound I hear coming?

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage