Letras:At The Drive-In. Hulahoop Wounds.

In a small ghost town, there's a little arcade where the poltergeists play their video games at the top of the roof he says game over they said, game over they said run and get your quarters in over cliffs we will swim ahead do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the shackles in their grooves salem is home sentenced to live yes this i know... comes back tenfold at the bottom of a french blue pool roamed the drunk chipped tooth of the man in the moon burn furnace burn at the bottom of the cliff shined a diamond with no end to its trip hook and sinker i wrote it all down for you match a name to the face do you suspect? do you confess? do you confess?