AT THE DRIVE-IN LYRICS

"Red Planet"

Do you think mind all these blatant sucking stares?
Cause my words are like all you people,
They're just meaningless.
Spineless like the mime,
That imitates his shrine.
The shrine of college cretin bags.
Pick me a winner, yeah.
Pick me a winner, yeah.

Do you know the red planet?
(Do.)Do you know yourself?
(Yeah.)
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know them?

Da da da da.
The company policy.
Da da da da.
All rights reserved.
And this I know with the scratching bureau,
Now why do you think you're a sales figure.

It used to be that fun was our only main objective,
But Mr. old school
will tell the new fuel,
that they're igniting in the wrong direction.
I've seen cash crop clubs in the entertainment section.
Oh yeah.

Do you know the red planet?
(Do.)Do you know yourself?
(Yeah.)
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know them?

Da da da da.
The company policy.
Da da da da.
All rights reserved.
And this I know with the bloodied bureau,
Now why do you think you're a sales figure?

This I know you're the bloodied bureau,
This I know you're a sales figure.

(I don't mind if you take me there,)
Then I come and be glad at your funeral.
This I know you're a sales figure.

(In fact I want to see the stars.)
This I know you're the bloodied bureau.
This I know oh oh oh oh.

(We'll take the plunge together in a fabric boat,)
This I know.
(And we'll sink together.)
This I know I'll be glad at your funeral.
This I know.
(Just sign my destiny,
and I will,
seal it forever.)

Do you know the red planet?
(Do.)Do you know yourself?
(Yeah.)
Do you know the red planet?
Do you know them?

Thanks to Boris for correcting these lyrics

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