Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics

Song	Invalid Litter Dept.
Artist	At the Drive-In
Album	Relationship of Command
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	作词 : At The Drive In
	Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
	That had knocked the pins down
	As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
	In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
	Yeah, they had plans for him
	But they had spun the last of the pimps
	Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
	While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
	And the paramedics fell into the wound
	Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
	An anaesthetic penance beneath
	The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	They had defected and been excommunicated
	And all the pulses were subverted,
	And they made sure the obituaries
	Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
	A vivid dissection that mocked
	The strut of vivisection
	A semi-automatic colony
	And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
	In the company of wolves
	Was a stretcher made of
	Cobblestone curfews.
	And the federales performed
	Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
	That had knocked the pins down
	As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
	In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
	Well, yeah, they had plans for him
	But they had spun the last of the pimps
	Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
	While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
	And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
	Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
	An anaesthetic penance beneath
	The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way...
	Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
	Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
	Callous heels,
	Numbed in travel
	Endless maps made
	By their scalpels.
	Scalpels.
	Callous heels,
	Numbed in travel
	Endless maps made
	By their scalpels.
	Scalpels...

	zuo ci : At The Drive In
	Intravenously polite, it was the walkietalkies
	That had knocked the pins down
	As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
	In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	Yeah, they had plans for him
	But they had spun the last of the pimps
	Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
	While the guillotine just laughed again. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	And the paramedics fell into the wound
	Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
	An anaesthetic penance beneath
	The hail of contraband. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	They had defected and been excommunicated
	And all the pulses were subverted,
	And they made sure the obituaries
	Showed pictures of smoke stacks. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	A vivid dissection that mocked
	The strut of vivisection
	A semiautomatic colony
	And a silencing that still walks the streets. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	In the company of wolves
	Was a stretcher made of
	Cobblestone curfews.
	And the federales performed
	Their custodial customs quite well. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Intravenously polite, it was the walkietalkies
	That had knocked the pins down
	As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
	In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	Well, yeah, they had plans for him
	But they had spun the last of the pimps
	Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
	While the guillotine just laughed again. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
	Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
	An anaesthetic penance beneath
	The hail of contraband. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way...
	Dancin' on the corpse' s ashes...
	Dancin' on the corpse' s ashes...
	Callous heels,
	Numbed in travel
	Endless maps made
	By their scalpels.
	Scalpels.
	Callous heels,
	Numbed in travel
	Endless maps made
	By their scalpels.
	Scalpels...

	zuò cí : At The Drive In
	Intravenously polite, it was the walkietalkies
	That had knocked the pins down
	As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
	In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	Yeah, they had plans for him
	But they had spun the last of the pimps
	Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
	While the guillotine just laughed again. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	And the paramedics fell into the wound
	Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
	An anaesthetic penance beneath
	The hail of contraband. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	They had defected and been excommunicated
	And all the pulses were subverted,
	And they made sure the obituaries
	Showed pictures of smoke stacks. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	A vivid dissection that mocked
	The strut of vivisection
	A semiautomatic colony
	And a silencing that still walks the streets. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	In the company of wolves
	Was a stretcher made of
	Cobblestone curfews.
	And the federales performed
	Their custodial customs quite well. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Intravenously polite, it was the walkietalkies
	That had knocked the pins down
	As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
	In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	Well, yeah, they had plans for him
	But they had spun the last of the pimps
	Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
	While the guillotine just laughed again. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes...
	And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
	Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
	An anaesthetic penance beneath
	The hail of contraband. Dancing on the corpse' s ashes.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way,
	Nails broke and fell
	Into the Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	Wishing well.
	On my way...
	Dancin' on the corpse' s ashes...
	Dancin' on the corpse' s ashes...
	Callous heels,
	Numbed in travel
	Endless maps made
	By their scalpels.
	Scalpels.
	Callous heels,
	Numbed in travel
	Endless maps made
	By their scalpels.
	Scalpels...

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