At The Drive In - Chanbara lyrics

Fletches kiss me with the lisp

Of your shrapnel caress

Lost his arm, lost his lip, lost his diving board

For the belly flopped proposal of

Let's be friends

Tour de force, tour de force

Defacto

Ayachuco!

Prosthetic, Prosthetic, Prosthetic

Blemish necro is the velcro

Of your charred apendage

Cartarize solder gun, in the melting of seeds

Oh, dear God, what a tangled web we weave

All we are are failed attempts

Propelled by stilt-legged presidents

Incarcerate the mason fence

Like fletches

I'm not biting the lead

My pencil's broken again

We will you fill in the blanks

So I can cheat off your