At the Drive In Follow

Intravenously polite
It was the walkie-talkies that 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
But he had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester satin nailed jewelry lips
While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

On my way nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well

They had defected and excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure that the obituaries showed pictures of smoke stacks
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

a vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

In the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews
As the federales performed their custodial customs quite well
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

On my way nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well

Callous heels numbed in travel
Endless maps made by their scalpels