AT THE DRIVE-IN LYRICS

"Terranova Compost"

Permitted supply,
We heard from your suspicious tongues,
Stain prints on the staircase,
'Cause this elevator goes to one.

If I had a dollar,
For every plot that you faked,
With disassembled motives,
In the bed of nails we faked.

Send in the bill of the phone that makes your wallet itch,
'Cause you're infatuated,
With arch enemies.

We're not spoking your wheel!
I'm not your Hollywood!
Co-ordinate the supply,
Inside your feeble mind.
Terminate the supply.
Inseminate the supply.
Terminate the supply,
Inside your feeble mind.
We're not spoking your wheel!
Well, I'm not your Hollywood!

Wheel!
Spy!
'Cause I'm not your Hollywood!

I'm not your Hollywood!

I'm not spoking your wheel!
I'm not your Hollywood!
Terminate the supply,
Inside your feeble mind.
I'm not spoking your wheel!
I'm not your Hollywood!
Terminate the supply,
Inside your feeble mind.
We're not spoking your wheel!
I'm not your Hollywood!

Someone, someone,
Inseminate the supply.
And then someone,
Cut it out.
This world,
It's all terranova compost, yeah!

Hollywood [x3]

If I had a dollar,
For every plot that you faked.
With disassembled motives,
With the bed of nails we've made.

I see you trying to fold the bill,
That makes your wallet itch,
'Cause you're infatuated.
With arch enemies.
Enemies, enemies, enemies.
Enemies, enemies, enemies.
Oh no!
I run!
I run!

I'm not spoking your wheel!
'Cause I'm not your Hollywood!
Terminate the supply,
Inside your feeble mind.
Terminate the supply,
Inside your feeble mind.
I'm not spoking your wheel!
'Cause I'm not your Hollywood!

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