Pick Pocket Lyrics - At The Drive In

In the humble stench of nativity 

Hummed the smell of television snow 

A faint S.O.S. flickering 

Riding on the coattails of their ground zero 

Neighborhood footprints ingrown 

The daylight savings time will never know 

Of this alabaster cold 

Dental identities will tell us apart 

Teeth marked and bounded with sighs 

Step into my parlor 

Said the spider to the fly 

Stable hooved footprints ingrown 

Cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms 

In this alabaster cold 

Ingrown! 

More caliber per capita 

Breakfast table search team implodes 

The milk cartons that pour will never 

Know of this alabaster cold