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Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics

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At The Drive In : Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics

Songwriters: Ward, Jim; Bixler, Cedric; Hinojos, Pablo; Hajjar, Tony; Rodriguez, Omar;

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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 corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They has spun the last of the pimps
Corduroy, satin nailed, jewelry lips
While the guillotine just laughed again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, 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 corpses ashes

A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colonies
And a silencing that still walks the streets

Dancing on the corpses ashes

In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews
As the federalist performed
Their custodial customs quite well

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well

On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, 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 corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They has spun the last of the pimps
Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips
While the guillotine just laughed again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well

On my way nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way yeah

Dancing on the corpses ashes
Dancing on the corpses 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
Yeah yeah