Incurably Innocent
AT THE DRIVE-IN · inâ¢ter aâ¢liâ¢a 2017 · Track 02 of 03
Pray that your family never forgets The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill He found solace in the act of infection
A blank tape that couldn't remember But you can never erase the hurt Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Preyed on the anguish, you better run Always dragging a finger across his throat Mannix the fixer to sage the ghosts And the faith that awarded his every move
A blank tape that couldn't remember But you can never erase the hurt Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand And he can't seem to find his direction home Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand And he can't seem to find his direction home
In a closet she hid in eternities sleep With the fear of God at the end of his whip
He keeps a hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue