Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics - At The Drive In

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies 

That had knocked the pins down 

As their shoes gripped the dirt floor 

In the silhouette of dying 

Dancing on corpses' ashes 

Yeah, they had plans for him 

They has spun the last of the pimps 

Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips 

While the guillotine just laughed again 

Dancing on the corpses' ashes 

Paramedics fell into the wound 

Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant 

An anesthetic penance beneath 

The hail of contraband 

They had been defected and excommunicated 

And all the pulses were subverted 

And they made sure the obituaries 

Showed pictures of smoke stacks 

A vivid dissection that mocked 

The strut of vivisection 

Semi-automatic colonies 

And a silencing that still walks the streets 

In the company of wolves 

Was a stretcher made of 

Cobblestone curfews 

The federales performed 

Their custodial customs quite well 

Callous heels 

Numbed in travel 

Endless maps made 

By their scalpels 

On my way 

Nails broke and fell 

Into the 

Wishing well