At The Drive-In

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
is this mono or stereo?
lending aneurysm
satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your mona lisa's 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 buurlesque
their mouths were parched with excess thirst
bridge and chorus candy curse
still they sang through the strepthroat verse
pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
is this mono or stereo?
if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
in this bed of nails we made
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black, russian throated on this quillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling
pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child.......
savion is under heel
clicking morse code through movie stills again