AT THE DRIVE-IN LYRICS

"Mannequin Republic"

They'd call it a wasteland
Auslander plates you know its armor was human
Drove stakes into the main camps eye sockets
Sank into the back of its head again
This frequency was jet lagged
Yes the wrinkles mate was the owner's manual

Frequent flyers in denial and all the while emergency is evident
Revenants were the statues radar learning of huddles masses

Sutured all the patience of this nursing home
Emitted from the pages of this burial ground

Labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel
They call it a wasteland

Thanks to dancarbajal for correcting these lyrics

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