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At The Drive In - Incurably Innocent (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
At the Drive-In
At the Drive-In
Performer
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Vocals
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Guitar
Tony Hajjar
Tony Hajjar
Drums
Paul Hinojos
Paul Hinojos
Bass Guitar
Keeley Davis
Keeley Davis
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Songwriter
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Songwriter
Tony Hajjar
Tony Hajjar
Songwriter
Paul Hinojos
Paul Hinojos
Songwriter
Keeley Davis
Keeley Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gentry Studer
Gentry Studer
Recording Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Producer

Lyrics

Pray that your family never forgets The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill He found solace in the act of infection A blank tape that couldn't remember But you can never erase the hurt Out in the dial toned distance someone heard He keeps a hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue Preyed on the anguish, you better run Always dragging a finger across his throat Mannix the fixer to sage the ghosts And the faith that awarded his every move A blank tape that couldn't remember But you can never erase the hurt Out in the dial toned distance someone heard He keeps a hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand And he can't seem to find his direction home Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand And he can't seem to find his direction home In a closet she hid in eternities sleep With the fear of God at the end of his whip He keeps a hiding your photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Photograph Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his Photograph But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Writer(s): Omar Rodriguez, Cedric Bixler, Antoine Hajjar, Keeley Dixon Davis, Paul Hinojos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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