At The Drive In - Rascuache lyrics

of fences with switches

turn them on

the moats of your homes

poured salt on

these slugs

mugshot fatigue

shimmering

pacemaker pace yourself

you were slowly clawing

your way out

tourniquet of gossip

on a board of checkered

chess

salt ring probing

in case of emergency

stampede is coming

mastadon infantry

radiate this frequency

and show me just what

the hell you mean

pacemaker pace yourself

you were slowly clawing

your way out

here comes the bride

here comes the bride

lavender and smothered in

black turpentine

pacemaker pace yourself

you were slowly clawing

your way out