Invalid Litter Dept.

At The Drive-In

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies


that had knocked the pins down


these shoes gripped the floor


in the silhouette of dying





dancing on the corpses ashes





yeah, they had plans for him


they had spun the last of the pimps


polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips


while the guillotine 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 the contraband





dancing on the corpses ashes





on my way


nails broke and fell


into the


wishing well, wishing well


wishing well, wishing well


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they had defected and been 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


the federales perform


their custodial customs well





dancing on the corpses ashes





intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies


that had knocked the pins down


these shoes gripped the floor


in the silhouette of dying





dancing on the corpses ashes





yeah, they had plans for him


they had spun the last of the pimps


polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips


while the guillotine 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 the contraband





dancing on the corpses ashes





dancing on the corpse's ashes,


dancing on the corpse's ashes





callous heels


numbed in travel


endless maps made


by their scalpels





on my way


nails broke and fell


into the


wishing well, wishing well


wishing well, wishing well


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