Album by At the Drive-In
Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By At the Drive-In, I must have read a thousand faces. I must have
By At the Drive-In, We sample from the shelves tore a page out from this
By At the Drive-In, this could last us all a lifetime limbs intact, untouched on the
By At the Drive-In, Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins
By At the Drive-In, They'd call it a wasteland auslander plates you know its armor was
By At the Drive-In, im just tired of counting bodies is this mausoleum tardy lets just
By At the Drive-In, Yes this is the campaign Slithered entrails In the cargo bay neutered is
By At the Drive-In, the proposition handcuffed to the park bench hyperdermic people poking fun at the
By At the Drive-In, autonomous machete for hands warden and judge hide behind masks wet
By At the Drive-In, taser taser kindergarten nap nap time pacifier pacifies highchair crumbles unannounced like a