Lyrics At the Drive-In

At the Drive-In

Porfirio Díaz

Kiss and kill your boyfriend

And rich ones too

Rich kids of the world unite

Rich kids of the

Dime on the bleachers

Head says not that far away

But the only way was down

And I keep on falling

Flip it again, but the answer

Hasn't spared its change

Doesn't matter how much time

You'll never forget that

Forgetting required

Served on a platter of fakes

It's inevitable

We're proud to be pricks

But we're proud to be assholes

We're proud to be assholes

We're proud to be assholes

We're proud to be assholes

Picking up the pieces one by one

Picking up the pieces one by one

Picking up the pieces one by one

Picking up the pieces

Picking up the pieces one by

Don't let it, don't let it ride

Don't let it ride

Don't let it, don't let it ride

Answer, someone, anyone

Won't you pick up the pieces

You left behind?

Answer, someone, anyone

Won't you pick up the pieces

You left behind?

Kiss and kill your boyfriend