At The Drive-In

nothing ever changes
except your scenery arrangements
in the affectionate hands of horsepower assault
you 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 you'll never walk again
in piles of clothing sleep the--
in piles of clothing sleep the--
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
never again