Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's
Black and white TV with the sound turned down
Is it mono or stereo?
Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the
Fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa lazy smile
Trick ourselves in portable stanzas
Black Russian throated on this
Guillotine cancer
How steep we are
But there's just no telling
Just no telling

Savion is under heel clicking
Morse code through movie stills again

The sky had blackened with carrion birds
Pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
Through the tepid burlesque
Their mouths were parched with excess thirst
Bridge and chorus candy curse
Still they snag through the strep throat verse

Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
Black and white TV with the sound turned down
Like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child

If I had a dollar for every plot that you made
In this bed of nails you make
How steep
How steep we are


Lyrics submitted by cbennett

Transatlantic Foe Lyrics as written by Jim Ward Cedric Bixler

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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    this is such an underrated at the drive-in song. Its easily one of the best, I love the mona lisa lazy smile lyric. the way he sings it it just sounds so good, I love at the drive-in!.

    dakinatoron December 12, 2005   Link

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