At the Drive-In - Winter Month Novelty (El Gran Orgo Extended Play, 1997) | Текст песни

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• At the Drive-In
• Winter Month Novelty (El Gran Orgo Extended Play, 1997)

Bite the hand that feeds
Biting off more than you can

Are you sure you got the right hand skilled
And all because this left hand spit
Have you been crying
Over your spilled milk?

Swallow your refills
Swallow your refills
The drink of drinks
We drank ourselves to sleep
On the mistletoe concrete
We blank this page with ink
Two for flinching when the paper cuts sink
We drank ourselves to sleep
'Cause the paper cuts hurt
Sure enough as

I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
My ears kissed the floor
Just to hear a mouthful
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
You scratch the itch
On the tome of your dial
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire
Sure enough as
Sure enough as

Have you been...

Have you been crying over your...

The drink of drinks
We drank ourselves to sleep
On the mistletoe concrete
We blank this page with ink
Two for flinching when the paper cuts sink
We drank ourselves to sleep
'Cause the paper cuts hurt
Sure enough as

I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
My ears kissed the floor
Just to hear a mouthful
Sure enough as
Sure enough as

Have you been...
More than you can choose...
More than you can chew...

This paper cuts hurt
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
This paper cuts hurt
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
You scratch the itch
On the tome of your dial
Sure enough as
Sure enough as
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire
Sure enough as
Sure enough as


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