Lyrics Hostage Stamps - At The Drive-In

Hostage Stamps

My eyes scroll to the back of my head
The Lord’s dare taken in vain
Keepsake battalions, phantom couplets
A new tactile cremation attested
Opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us
Branded on the wrist do not embalm
A paper nest truancy of wasps
Wrap me up in Mylar film
The anachronism enacts the indigenous
Prolonged exposure to combustible nativism
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
The hospice waltz of corpus flowers
Leaves pinko fumes from turret guns
Sawing at the base of pylon towers
Banking on the drought, banking on the drought
Opaque spurs, I’ve defeated every crypt
In the potter’s field of Machuca
Calling from the blossoming dust
Slid down the bank, choking on sherm
A new tactile cremation attested
To opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us together
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles
Put your hurt in a safe, throw it in wet cement
Never speak of this to a living soul
Heed the mercury blots of this Rorschach advice
No good will come of your insect rebellion
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles