I'm all alone At the drive-in movie It's a feelin' that ain't too groovy Watchin' werewolves without you... (werewolf howl) Gee, it's no fun Drinkin'
how many lights do you see? how many lights do you see? how many lights do you see? there's one to say that night has come and there's one that guards
Stranded at the drive in, branded a fool What will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see that I'm a misery Made a start now we're apart, there
, beware I must have read a thousand faces+ And all these voices won't give up Sickened thirst, sickened thirst Glues it together A catatonic leisure At
to get grown, drive slow homie" Drive slow, homie, drive slow You never know, homie about these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow
i love you baby you drive me crazy with all your loving and sweet sweet candy you know i love oh baby please let me do i know you never took it out on
In the humble stance of nativity Hummed the smell of television snow A faint S.O.S. flickering Riding on the coat tails of their ground zero Neighborhood
(Born in hearts, etched in cold at the first showing) Walk away (Born in hearts, etched in cold) Nothing bleeds the same My travel expenses paid Postponed at
They say that thirteen is just a number A double agent funded in the secret of the hive And the workers and their lives All sweet and honeycombed A hunger
I'll fight my way I'll fight my way, across the state line I'll fight my way I'll fight my way, across the state line, line I'll fight my way, way, way
substation submerging suburban disturbance incoherent gourding coat of arms they came hack a knocking paranoia in the walls, we heard family dying while
You keep telling me This voltage hurts just a little In the thickness of the van You drop anchor if and when Concealing all the thoughts We hid and laughed
The twelve hard years It's the twelve hard years It's the twelve hard years It's the twelve hard years I'm an incision, the kind that glistens And not
you weren't worthy of his friendship I had a friend, but now he's stranded on the Mesa st. exit And sometimes I'm jealous 'cause I'm still at the intersection
There's a place I call home, and It's there anymore Once upon a crime, with the radio on I was trampled underfoot By the prince far guard broadcasting
Nuisance An actor choking on nectar Nothing gotten Narcoleptic will cut off these patients blue arms Peg legged Sullen Drool on these words I've never
Widows an antique replacement A briefcase filled with mace Widows six legged, lost and found, found Students spray, the Kent state mist Wishing wills
Chances are you've heard this But your headphones mute your equilibrium Hearing tests the mattress hit the mistress fooled But nothing ever felt this
