At the Drive-In — Hostage Stamps

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Thirty days spent in the hole Raise yourself a nithing pole Inoculated at the liquor store Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Thirty days spent in the hole Raise yourself a nithing pole Inoculated at the liquor store Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] Thirty days spent in the hole Raise yourself a nithing pole Inoculated at the liquor store Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers [Outro] Raise your nithing poles Raise your nithing poles Raise your nithing poles Raise your nithing poles