Title: invalid litter dept.
Subtitle:
Artist: at the drive-in
Album: relationship of command
Author:
Copyright:
Tabled by: Omar Aloulou
Instructions:
Notices: I added the bassline the piano in the middle and the
first guitar is a dropped D and not standard

Tempo: 130 BPM
Tracks: 5
Instruments:
Bars: 194

Lyric

Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying
(Dancing on the corpses' ashes)
Yeah, they had plans for him, they has spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelry lips while the guillotine just 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 contraband
(Dancing on the corpses' ashes)

On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well

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)
When the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews
As the federales performed their custodial customs quite well
(Dancing on the corpses' ashes)

On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well

Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt 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 jewelry lips while the guillotine just laughed again
(Dancing on the corpses' ashes)
And the paramedics had fallen into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
(Dancing on the corpses' ashes)

On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell into the
Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, yeah

Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Dancing on the corpses' ashes

Callous heels numbed in travel
Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels
Callous heels numbed in travel
Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels
Yeah yeah