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Invalid Litter Dept.
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Invalid Litter Dept. was released on September 12, 2000 by Twenty-First Chapter Records as a part of the album Relationship of Command
September 12, 2000
LabelTwenty-First Chapter Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM123
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Verse 2]
Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewelry lips
While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Verse 3]
And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Chorus]
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
[Verse 4]
They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure that the obituaries showed pictures of smoke stacks
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Verse 5]
A vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection
A semiautomatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Verse 6]
When the company of wolves was a stretcher
Made of cobblestone curfews
And the federales performed their custodial customs quite well
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Chorus]
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
[Chorus]
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
[Verse 7]
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Verse 8]
Well, yeah, they had plans for him
They has spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewelry lips
While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Verse 9]
And the paramedics have fallen into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Chorus]
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
[Chorus]
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well (Wishing well)
On my way
[Bridge]
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
[Outro]
Callous heels numbed in travel
Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels
Callous heels numbed in travel
Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: At the Drive-In, Cedric Bixler, HAJJAR, ANTOINE, HINOJOS, PAUL, RODRIGUEZ, OMAR ALFREDO, WARD, JAMES DAVID
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