Transatlantic Foe (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile
Trick ourselves in portable stanzas [bad word] 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 [bad word] candy curse
Still they snag through the strepthroat 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

If i had a dollar for every plot that you made
In this bed of nails you make
How steep
How steep we are
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