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