Lyrics At the Drive-In

At the Drive-In

Heliotrope

beneath the residue of film

beneath the chemicals

that the picture split

the ouija board had

spelled its name

in tiki torches set aflame

taking rations from the ballet box

cursing like sweet tarts

increase the dosage

count back from 10

and it was written down

touching earth in a capital faunt

heat seeking gums bleeding

fingers snapping

at the catacomb stabbings

taking rations from the ballet box

cursing like sweet tarts

adhesive she said

don't stick to me

inseminating motives of lukewarm persistence

let the theives in

through the front door

let them take what they've been missing

it's as if

someone raised the

price of dying

to maximum vend again

turn slowly for maximum vend...