Lyrics At the Drive-In

At the Drive-In

Ursa Minor

does it hurt you when you breathe?

stink around the wallet itch

a towel was thrown between the ropes

sweat inside your eyelids

it exorcised the fire from the sky

(snakecharmer make them dance again)

it exorcised the fire from the sky

(make them itch in kerosene dance)

prepare your sleep apparatus

autopsy performed on probable cause

while you sleep

they will come and get you tonight

(so i guess this is goodnight...)

skip with elbowed sobs

your palms were soaking wet

parched in the stupor

elbowed, teach the tutor

peel the scabs

incognito with wounds

this anecdote fountain

won't dry too soon

500 times

"i must not talk out of turn"

no vents opened

but all settlements new

a second native

for deserved growth

permission to land

all systems go...

propeller snapped

decapitated while you slept

upon your pillow

inertia kisses those around me.