Artist: At the Drive-In
Song: rascuache
Fences with switches
Turn them on
The moats of your homes
Poured salt on these slugs
Mugshot fatigue shimmering
Pacemaker, pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Your way, your way
Pacemaker, pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Tourniquet of gossip
On a board of checkered chess
Suffering probing
In case of emergency
Stampede is coming
Mastodon infantry
Radiate this frequency
And show me just what
The hell you mean
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Lavender and smothered in
Black turpentine
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
Pacemaker pace yourself
You were slowly clawing
Your way out
