Letras:
At The Drive In Other

Lark throated spit through beaks tonight These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating Hey you did you ever intend

Nuisance an actor choking on nectar nothing gotten narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms peg legged sullen drool on these words I've never

[Pink Floyd cover] Doctor doctor! I'm in bed Achin' head Gold is lead Choke on bread Underfed Gold is lead Jesus bled Pain is red Are goon Grow go Greasy

so what comes now run through the answers and you can feel the scratching get down this breed bring it against so coy a levitated incubation instincts

: I'm all alone At the drive-in movie It's a feelin' that ain't too groovy Watchin' werewolves without you... (werewolf howl) Gee, it's no fun Drinkin

Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son, you better get on one side or the other." I

you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes. On the other side of town, a boy is waiting, With firey eyes and dreams no one could steal. She drives

I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people One, two, three, body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other

in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at