At The Drive-in - Chanbara |
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Chanbara
At The Drive-in Valmara, Valmara, Valmara, Fletches kiss me with the lisp Of your shrapnel caress For the belly flopped proposal of Lost his arm, lost his lip, lost his diving board Tour de force, tour de force Let's be friends Ayachuco! Defacto Prosthetic, Prosthetic, Prosthetic Blemish necro is the velcro Oh, dear God, what a tangled web we weave Of your charred apendage Cartarize solder gun, in the melting of seeds All we are are failed attempts Propelled by stiltIncarcerate the mason fence My pencil's broken again Like fletches We will you fill in the blanks I'm not biting the lead So I can cheat off your |
