At The Drive-in - Rascuache lyrics

Of fences with switches Turn them on The moats of your homes Poured salt on These slugs Mugshot fatigue Shimmering Pacemaker pace yourself You were slowly clawing Your way out Tourniquet of gossip On a board of checkered Chess Salt ring probing In case of emergency Stampede is coming Mastadon infantry Radiate this frequency And show me just what The hell you mean Pacemaker pace yourself You were slowly clawing Your way out Here comes the bride Here comes the bride Lavender and smothered in Black turpentine