Transatlantic Foe Lyrics - At The Drive In

Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's 

Black and white TV with the sound turned down 

Is it mono or stereo? 

Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the 

Fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa lazy smile 

Trick ourselves in portable stanzas 

Black Russian throated on this 

Guillotine cancer 

How steep we are 

But there's just no telling 

Just no telling 

Savion is under heel clicking 

Morse code through movie stills again 

The sky had blackened with carrion birds 

Pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced 

Through the tepid burlesque 

Their mouths were parched with excess thirst 

Bridge and chorus candy curse 

Still they snag through the strep throat verse 

Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids 

Black and white TV with the sound turned down 

Like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child