At The Drive-In - Pick Pocket Lyrics






in the humble stence of nativity
hummed the smell of television snow
a faint S.O.S. flickering
riding on the coattails of their ground zero
neighborhood footprints ingrown
the daylight savings time will never know
of this alabaster cold

your lovers quarrel ended up in crawspace
dental identities will tell us apart
teeth marked and bounded with sighs
step into my parlor
said the spider to the fly
stable hooved footprints ingrown

cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms
in this alabaster cold
ingrown

more calibur per capita
breakfast table search team implodes
the milk cartons that pour will never know
of this alabaster cold





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  1. K.... A....

    Literally my favorite song.i fkn love the guitar riff so much

  2. t.... ....

    I used to think it said “ the asylum master comes” haha

  3. M.... ....

    This songs like grabbing a 10,000 volt live wire⚡️

  4. R.... J....

    I love that guitar. This song kick so much asses.

  5. M.... ....

    Of this alabaster cold

  6. A.... F....

    this song vaguely reminds me of Tire Me by Rage Against the Machine

    A.... F....

    Yeah.... At the Drive In has always reminded me of a better version of Rage (not that Rage isn't awesome)

  7. O.... C....

    This seems to be an at the drive-in fan favorite based on the comments

    O.... C....

    Not Smitty Baccall! It's definitely in my top 3!

  8. B.... ....

    I fuck 2 this song

  9. L.... P....

    This song is a 10, maybe 11

  10. J.... D....

    Best song in the album

  11. E.... ....

    More caliber per capita!!

  12. P.... S....

    I Fuck to this song

    P.... S....

    Paul Silva This guy fucks!

    P.... S....

    @Blank Space and cums in 2 minutes lol

  13. P.... ....

    This son is perfect!"!!!!!!!!!!!!

  14. r.... ....

    Was so happy they played this at Reading Festival!

  15. l.... ....

    This song is so fucking good.