At the Drive In Follow

Pinch history
Feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in dreams
Cause I’m still not listening

X marks the spot
On your calendar days
A beard half eaten
Smiled, crawling with legs

Temper, temper, temperature
Temper, temper, temperature

Manuscript Replica
(C-Cut it, yeah, say, I say cut it, c-c-c-c-cut it)
Manuscript Replica
(Yeah, what? Say c-c-c-c-cut it)
Manuscript Replica
(Yeah, cut it, you got it, yeah)
Manuscript Replica
(Yeah you got, you got it, yeah)

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled, frolicked
Flat on its own face.

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled, frolicked
Flat on its own face.

Jigsaw pattern, dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes, Polaroid’s of the tale
For our amusement we bring stare to defendants
Mechanical panaceas, absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet

Temper, temper, temperature
Temper, temper, temperature

Manuscript replica
(C-Cut it, yeah, yeah you cut it, cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Yes, you c-c-c-c-cut it, cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Oh yeah, you cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Cu,Cu,C-C-C-C-Cut it)

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled, frolicked
Flat on its own face.

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled, frolicked
Flat on its own face.

Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat, yeah, cut it, yeah, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat