Lyrics At the Drive-In

At the Drive-In

Incurably Innocent

Pray that your family never forgets

The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste

Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill

He found solace in the act of infection

A blank tape that couldn't remember

But you can never erase the hurt

Out in the dial toned distance someone heard

He keeps a hiding your photograph

Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his

Photograph

But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory

Photograph

Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his

Photograph

But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory

Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

Preyed on the anguish, you better run

Always dragging a finger across his throat

Mannix the fixer to sage the ghosts

And the faith that awarded his every move

A blank tape that couldn't remember

But you can never erase the hurt

Out in the dial toned distance someone heard

He keeps a hiding your photograph

Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his

Photograph

But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory

Photograph

Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his

Photograph

But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory

Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand

And he can't seem to find his direction home

Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand

And he can't seem to find his direction home

In a closet she hid in eternities sleep

With the fear of God at the end of his whip

He keeps a hiding your photograph

Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his

Photograph

But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory

Photograph

Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his

Photograph

But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory

Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue